Jul 5, 2016
Don’t trust me. Don’t trust my ink stained hands and shaky heart. Don’t trust me. Don’t trust this deceiving depth or this coffee dripping smile. Don’t trust me. Don’t trust this sunrise arms Because I have sunset hugs. Don’t trust me. I will break you into tragedies hoping to find some kind of mosaic masterpiece. Don’t trust me. Not even with your heart Especially your heart I cannot be trusted with hearts Not even mine
a. gale