My mom tells me –
don’t trust a man who
looks at you like you’re destruction
.
But he calls me a tempest,
a supernova
trapped in shaky bones
and porcelain skin,
just waiting to happen
.
And it never felt so good
.
He says my name
like chaos was a miracle,
like wreckage was a blessing,
promising me he could never
look away,
never forget me
.
And I believe every single word
.
My mom tells me –
the biggest mistake is
destroying yourself for love
.
But I do anyway
every single time
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