Lover. Love and hate.

Bruised knees.
You were so young then.
Heavey balloons tied to your hand.
Carry your head high.
It's broken china dishes.
It's mistakes that make you older.
You canibal, you shall shall be fogiven yet.
No matter the size of your wrists.
You makes the world seem so sad and beautiful.
But don't the two go hand in hand.