little girl, big city
You know hearts can be repeatedly broken,
making room for the harrows to come.
Along with my sorrows I buried,
my tears, my smiles, your name.One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
The Tracey Fragments (via serialstranger)
(via dreamydecember)
