{tw: mentions of alcohol and abuse}
you came home in another boys arms.
you were drunk and giggly, he was kissing your neck.
he left in the morning, he was back the same day.
hickeys laced your neck like artwork, and god I want you to be mine.
your eyes seemed bluer. are you happy?
I remember when I first saw you, puffy bloodshot eyes, glass clung to your shirt, bruises adorned your face and arms.
I write about you everyday, I can't help but paint in the colours that you radiate.
it's 1:23am, I hate it.
I can hear you across the hall, slurred words and loud moans.
is this how you fix things? am i the poetry boy that'll wreck the canvas that you are, turning you into a work of art, just to decide that im unsatisfied when every night you bring home some one else to stain you a different colour and shade?
I think the opposite.
you are the poetry boy, you make people fall in love with you, you write a story in them, page after page, staining them with coffee and ink, tears and pain. and you leave once you take what's not yours, leaving them with nothing but envy for the next boy that you will love more than them.
you have caused me more pain than the 2:00ams spent drinking vodka till I fall on the kitchen floor.
from:dan
to: poetry boy
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it's midnight and I always find a way to make myself sad
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poetry boy :: phan
Fanfictionhe was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suici...
