You saw me sitting on a box alone, outside of the 7-Eleven.
Your eyes were a red haze which plucked my hearts strings to the deepest extent.
The way your black skinny jeans formed around your thin legs made it seem like you never ate much.
You weren't very strong but you look like you held the weight of the world everyday upon your small shoulders.
I wanted to apologize for everything I've never done to you, if it made you feel better.
Even though I have never spoken to you before.
But my body said otherwise, and so I sat alone with slushie in hand.
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Red Stains
PoetryTwo boys. One in love, one looking to run away. One with an obsession for the other, one running from love. Stay away from the boy with starry eyes, they say. 《Trigger Warning for anyone planning to read, please proceed with caution.》
