It somehow shattered my whole world, scattered it into thousands of fragments. And I stand among the wreckage, wondering where I've landed. It bewildered me, made me strange. It made me luminous, made me soar. But how tragic it is to fly on paper wings. And still I wander. I question myself, but the answers never arrive. They only drift somewhere in the air— a sorrow that drowns me. And I know it's madness to want you. And I know I'm a fool, a real one. And I know by now I should be done, and I know tears are pointless. But I pin on my smile again. I brush the wet from my cheeks. Soon you'll see me, and I don't want you to know how deeply you wound me. To know how you're tearing me open, how you erase a little of me each day, how in every moment you betray me by degrees... First understand this—I love you, even if you destroy me.
I Let You Kill Me
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