i don’t like to think about what you did to me. it hurts still, fresh and raw and burning. but you’re gone. you’re gone and I left you and I’m stronger. I’m going to be happy, and successful, and you’ll always be the sad piece of shit who abused an eleven year old boy.
in each star,
I see a world,
smiling at us,
the funny ones.
remembering their times.
when they tried to love,
winking and twinkling at each oher.
burning in agony.
me and you.
alone in different worlds.
you carry the heat of the sun’s rays
in your skin: whoever you touch
and your eyes are liquid sunlight
you’re too bright to look at
whoever tries will surely be blinded
your healer’s hands can’t mend
your own broken heart
can you blame us for not loving you?