We're jillin' and we're chillin'

Self-Destruction

And I can’t
help
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
favorite
book. But I still
cannot read you,
you are
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all.

Michelle K., Like A Book. (via sadlittlewords)

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(Source: michellekpoems, via betweentheborders)