i miss dancing i miss knowing who’s arms i could dance safely into i miss trust and i miss love i miss how things used to be when i was young i miss being ignorant to the hurt i received and thinking pain was the truth i remember catching a fleeting glimpse as my green eyes caught the view of happiness and reflected on my own life,

i miss dancing
i miss knowing who’s arms i could dance safely into 
i miss trust and i miss love 
i miss how things used to be when i was young 
i miss being ignorant to the hurt i received and thinking pain was the truth 
i remember catching a fleeti... love stories
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electrasapphic
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i miss dancing

i miss dancing i miss knowing who’s arms i could dance safely into i miss trust and i miss love i miss how things used to be when i was young i miss being ignorant to the hurt i received and thinking pain was the truth i remember catching a fleeting glimpse as my green eyes caught the view of happiness and reflected on my own life,

stared into my own soul i realised i was not whole as no one was there to tell me i am broken but now i know i am broken i have broken into many different pieces and handed them fearlessly to danger thrust myself into the arms of, not an angel, but danger.

drowned myself in ophelia rivers of toxicity the cycle progresses i am addicted i am not who i was i am broken truly and all my pieces are scattered in the hands of dangerous people no magnetism can retrieve the shards of who i am. as he tramples the pieces of me,

i realise i am just another shard to him but still i miss dancing so i go back everytime into the arms of danger into the arms of those who stole my broken pieces

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