CactusisinaBox

when I think of you, I think of the cuts on my hips and the burn in my throat and the tears that once rolled off my face. I don't want to remember. you were clueless and maybe so was I. stupidly. I laugh and I say I'm over it and that I've moved on and that you never grace my mind anymore but those scars do and I still remember the burn and those tears still come more than I like to admit. you're still clueless and I wish I could afford to be. my heart is bigger than my brain and I want to rip it out and cut it into a million pieces but even then I would still remembe those cuts on my hip and the burn in my throat and the tears that are fa...