I must have a sign that says “hurt me” 
written across my forehead. 
A voice that whispers 
“ruin me and leave me for dead”. 
A personality that begs to be broken 
and a smile that doesn’t want to be seen.
In a past life, I must’ve been a wretched bitch
only capable of being mean.
My aura only attracts those with cold hearts.
The ones that say
“i don’t want to hurt you”
and then they start.
but my warmblooded heart loves them anyway.
even though every time i love someone
with my whole heart
it’s never enough for them to stay.

warmblooded Stories by Noelle

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