he wasn't gentle

Becca Carroll

Dec 23, 20171 min read

my heart beat

in your hands

I begged silently

"be gentle"

blood dripped

slowly

down your wrists

and rushed

as your grip tightened

on my heart

to show me

you had the

power

to ruin something

I barely even had

in the first place

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