{tw: suicide}
PHIL
i lay back and think of you, have I lost you? can I loose you despite the fact that I never had you?
its not like you would care for the sad boy.
you wouldn't care for the boy who lies in tears on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor with pills spilled around him.
I thought they were beautiful, blue and yellow, the colors didn't merge, it wasn't messy, it was simple and lovely.
my therapist didn't think so. now I see him twice a week.
I think you're mad at me. you saw the hickeys on my neck and balled your hands into fists.
you started going out more after that.
you were the one who was covered with hickeys. covered in hickeys, alcohol, and the cologne your one night stand used.
there's a contrast between the hickeys and the complexion of your skin, it looks like a little galaxy found its way onto your body.
if only I could do that.
sad boy lester and poetry boy howell.
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this was absolute rubbish I'm sorry.
so far this is aesthetic and lust attraction, just to clear things up.
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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...
