Maybe I’m craving heartbreak…

I’m probably too young
with the tendency to lean on the unknown.

On the kind of danger
that walks the hiker to the end of the cliff
but leaves him hanging there.
He then looks down and gauges his weight,
and he counts aloud.

He asks,
‘what do you want?’

I want you to hurt me,
baby.

-Sunset S.

(image not mine, text is mine/pls credit)

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