So here we are, the second night of the lovely boy begging, pleading, to be let in.
"Beautiful, gorgeous girl I know you told me not to make this a habit, but I can't quite decipher my feelings at the moment and I don't want to be alone."
The smell of self-loathing is stronger than yesterday's.
"Lovely boy, do come in. My door is always open for you. Tell me what's on your mind."
The smell of pain and agony started to arise...maybe even weed?
"I just feel so empty, my love. I have no significance in this shitty world."
The lovely boy's eyes began welling up with tears. God, his eyes were like gorgeous diamonds shining. Diamonds shine don't dim, so why are his diamonds doing so?
"Do something to make you feel alive."
"Drugs aren't good," the lovely boy spoke in a whisper.
The smell of drugs grew stronger and so did the thumping of my heart.
"My mind is so very loud, gorgeous girl, so very loud. My mind speaks cruel thoughts and they only seem to disappear when I'm with you."
Lovely boy has yet to realize that the beat of my heart gets louder whenever I'm near him.
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I know I used lyrics from I Wish, but idgaf lmao
