| dream | oct. 25th
hey george,
i found your rock
the one you painted for me
a long time ago
before you went missing
last winter
the paint is faded
and scratched
and worn out
but i can still clearly
read it
and take in
it's color.
it's really pretty,
george
just like you.
i've always been so afraid
to tell you that
in person.
always been scared
to tell you
just how pretty
you are
but you're
so fucking gorgeous
it ruins me.
makes me stop breathing
for a fat minute
makes all my pain
all my fear
all my problems
float away.
like a canoe
on water
or a paper boat
floating,
down a small
stream of
rain.
as it continues
to float away
and away
down the road
until it meets
the sewage drain.
where it ultimately,
meets its end.
and the little
paper boat
is no longer
floating
down its stream.
it's a tragedy,
really.
that boat is gone
and no longer
afloat
but much rather
fallen
and drenching wet.
it's ruined.
the paper
tears
rips
and falls apart
every little drop
of rain
just damages
it more
poking holes
into its walls
breaking down
it's exterior
that's how i feel.
when you dress so nicely
in ripped jeans
and tight shirts
it makes me
physically ill
because you're so gorgeous
that it hurts.
like you're ripping
out my heart strings
tying them in a knot
and shoving them
back into my chest
sewing my skin
back together.
emotions
i feel for you
that started so long ago
by now i feel like a pro
withholding my emotions
and not letting them show
rowing down
on a canoe
in the blue
of my town
such a pretty canal
i feel so alive
so free
when i'm looking at you
flowing down
on a cascade
with bumps
and stumps
stopping me
in my tracks
making me lose control
of my canoe
i fall
and tip over
losing my items
my belongings
my valuables
watching
as they float
down stream
just hopelessly
trying to recollect
my stuff
the river
is an analogy
of my feelings
for you
described as something amazing
and fun
that has rough spots
and patches,
but i always
pick myself up
afterwords
and try my best
to feel alright.
because you're only a boy.
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𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 ~ dnf
FanfictionHis favorite color. The color dream wears almost everyday, because it was the only one George could see properly. George is gone. He went missing a year ago and has since been announced as dead. But dream won't accept it. He knows deep in his heart...
