A night in August...
Skies as red as the blood in my veins.
I do not remember what we talked about...
I do remember that you made me feel less broken.
Her smile, my bandages.
We will simply not be able to go dancing anytime soon.
Although we can fall into each other's arms, my dear.
Falling is something we both know well.
As familiar as a Welsh accent to me.
As familiar as a choir's melody to you.
We are broken.
We are beautiful.
Let's construct enough stories to fill the history books.
Let's make a trilogy.
It doesn't have to be Shakespearean simply more fruitful than the passages within our medical files.
My darling...
We are broken.
We are beautiful.
-XR
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PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
