Some nights your memory crawls into
bed with me. Wraps its arms around my
waist familiarly. Drains the blood from my
veins so easily. Kisses the back of my neck
like I still mean everything. Treads the rivers
in my lungs carefully.

I know, I know. I’m sorry.

I never meant to ruin your city.

written by i can still see light in your ruin // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)

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