I WANT TO LOOK
AT SOMEONE ELSE'S
BEAUTY WITHOUT
QUESTIONING MY OWN.
.
sometimes i think
about max.
and how she
left an impact on my life
so large.
she changed the way
i saw things.
and god i don't think
i'll ever forgive her for leaving.
but i don't blame her,
i would resort to the same thing.
but sometimes,
during times like these,
where i buy books so i can
find something worth
reading.
i think of her.
she would tell me that humans
were walking pieces of art
and i thought so too
for a time
before humanity was stained black
from my mothers words
and her bruises.
my breath is shallow
as i pay
and i don't know
why.
the clerk eyes
me.
pretty hair
pretty eyes.
i smile and pay.
i
go
back
to
the
hotel.
when i get there
i find myself smiling.
at the blush
that had settled on his cheeks
when our
eyes
met.
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...
