DARLING WE ALL KNOW
I'M NOT INNOCENT
I'M GUILTY FOR YOUR
GLASSY EYES AND
YOUR BROKEN HEART
.
i sit on the
mountain,
odd, i know,
but it's so beautiful
up here,
watching the mountains
gain the dainty blush
from the sun kissing its tops.
i find a smile
working itself onto my lips.
it's been a while, since
that has happened.
i remember,
when i used to sit
in the comfort of my home
the heater running
and the fluffy socks
would cover my feet.
but it was all routine,
like the seasons, i would
need to be on time, when i was
wanted,
my father killed himself
and my mother left.
what a way to live.
but it wasn't living.
i was already slowly dying
without the help of the sadness
in my eyes.
i told my friend once,
when i had them,
before i left.
she never judged me,
and i her,
i told her that
it had been hell of a year,
that i wore the seasons on
my cheeks and my
thighs and my
stomach.
and she asked me what
that meant.
and i smiled sadly,
drinking from the bottle of
whiskey that we had stolen.
"it's what surviving looks like,
my dear."
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfiction[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...
