Your lips are a soft landing when mine needed a place to stay and maybe I believed in spaceships and moon dust because you are out of this world. I always like the way your smile stretched on for days and the moon has craters like you have flaws
and I'm falling every fucking time. I wanna know if you still stare at the moon pretending it's a pearl you wanted to pluck out of the sky for me because baby I swear I won't fall
back to earth. Just please don't hook pinky fingers with mine and promise forever because I believe in stars falling out of the sky leaving me with a black hole in my chest when you walk away. I'm not lonely I just hate the sound of an empty room at 2:05am, fill the void with that familiar sound of a full scale laugh booming like thunder and hush with the calming sound of July rain crying on your doorstep.Most of all I want to sleep at night and not hear the rustling of trees outside my window because they remind me of crumpling paper and me writing a boy I'm trying to forget back into existence.
Sorry this is not a chapter but I found this cute poem that shows how the cover works with the story. Starting next week (saturday) I'm going to try to start frequently start updating.☺️
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Layers
Teen FictionYou know those layers you peel back every time you learn some new detail about someone? Well he had more than his fair share of them. "I tried to break him from his own prison, but all I really did was send him right to hell."
