poems (l + h)

wrists;

!warning!
this may be a trigger for self harm and drug and alcohol abuse. reader discretion is advised.

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blue eyes were bloodshot once again
sunken cheeks and sunken hearts
the blood that flows through his veins
are now scars in perfectly straight lines
across
his
wrist

he looks for him
he looks for green eyes
but the boy he wants is across the ocean
on a boat
having fun
getting close
with a girl three times as famous
as he

at home he sits and looks around
dirty converse by the door
or are there two pairs
he doesn't know
because of the amount
of chemicals flowing through his veins

he wants to reach out
but he isn't
allowed
"no one wants to see
a teenage heartthrob
that is attracted
to males
that's not your demographic"

they told him
"you can't be together
girls don't want to buy
music from boys
they don't have a chance with"
if that was the case
then why
are they fighting
for a love that's not theirs

blue eyes think about freedom
and loneliness
and the fact
that tomorrow he will have to go out
and hold hands
with a girl
he doesn't love

but green eyes are too far
out of reach
green eyes are across the sea
far away from where they need to be
blue eyes wonder why
the scars on his arm
remind him of green eyes
and happy memories
and sunsets that turn into stargazing

blue eyes remember the days when
things were easier
more full of love
less distant
but the more he stares
at the scars
on his arm
the more he feels the wounds
on his heart

and he knows the feeling of
bittersweet goodbyes
and empty promises
and kissing people you don't love
and being forced into all of this
over and over
so much
that it not only leaves scars
on the heart
but on the wrists as well