MY HEAVEN, IT SEEMS
IS ALL AROUND ME.
.
we walk,
i am leading the way.
smoke is caking my lungs and it's not the
same numbness that usually lingers there.
"you give me the night, i can show you the world."
is all i say to him.
i glance over at him
and the blush that lingered on his cheeks
in the book store,
had resurfaced,
and it seemed that
he
would
not
meet
my
eyes.
thoughts burn in the backs of
my eyelids,
the socks
the socks
the socks.
"what a slut."
her voice echoes.
i don't know if it will ever stop.
"you faggot, you probably have aids."
his voice doesn't seem to cease either,
the headaches aren't as regular anymore.
good drugs and alcohol keep the voices away.
"are you okay harry?"
his voice is different, doesn't stab into the corners
of my mind like knives, isn't prying, isn't
begging to know more.
"m'fine."
we enter the hotel,
i look back at him and he's looking around.
pay me attention.
pay me attention
And this is all I have written. I don't know if I'll finish this book, hopefully one day I will find it in me to do so. Thank you for the support of this odd novel. Much love x
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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...
