He sang “I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the b...
He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.
He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.
First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.
He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.
The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.
