my clothes were covered in paint,
but it dripped with warmth
as if it were alive.
and the police tried to ask me things,
and the people tried to tell me
that his head had been caught
in a psychotic fire.
but there was no fire.
just a boy lost from the light
that I'd never bothered to share.
I realized then why he hadn't given me that bullet. not to spare me, but because I deserved to rot in the guilt like I'd left him to rot in his mind.
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hey, shout out to flufflings for finding the song on the right. she told me the lyrics reminded her a lot of this story and I was pretty shocked myself how close the resemblance is. check it out!
