the boy who never lived; with needles in his airways every time he tries to vent, to rant, to be heard.
he obtained a dreadful passion with apprehension. dead boy who's too scared to lose what he once loved.
he did not fall in love, no, he did not do such ludicrous things. instead, he derived a passion, an obsession.
and it wasn't the girl, and it wasn't the sex in which he drowned. it was the idea of love that slit his throat.
and he fell for it.
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoésieI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
