Never trust me with glass that's as fragile as my skin. I would shatter my own ribcage because becoming aware of my heartbeat ruined everything I had built. Becoming bitter as the coffee that I can't stand. Sometimes putting in too much sweetener, not equaling what I receive. As the sharp inhalation of cigarette smoke burns in a way that’s familiar. Comforting. Comforting like the sharp sting of a knife in the back. Cause that means you no longer have to watch it. And as the warmth of lifeblood draws out that burning, leaving pins and needles in my extremities; I pause. Still. Very aware of that damned heartbeat. Beating through the shattered remains of that glass you so delicately handed me.
Never trust me with glass that's as fragile as my skin.
I would shatter my own ribcage because 
becoming aware of my heartbeat ruined everything I had built.
Becoming bitter as the coffee that I can't stand. 
Sometimes putting in too much sweetener, no... word vomit stories
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Never trust me with glass that's as fragile as my skin. I would shatter my own ribcage because becoming aware of my heartbeat ruined everything I had built. Becoming bitter as the coffee that I can't stand. Sometimes putting in too much sweetener, not equaling what I receive. As the sharp inhalation of cigarette smoke burns in a way that’s familiar. Comforting. Comforting like the sharp sting of a knife in the back. Cause that means you no longer have to watch it. And as the warmth of lifeblood draws out that burning, leaving pins and needles in my extremities; I pause. Still. Very aware of that damned heartbeat. Beating through the shattered remains of that glass you so delicately handed me.

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