"The boy in the oversized crownStands with the world on his backLike a coat two sizes too..."

“The boy in the oversized crown

Stands with the world on his back

Like a coat two sizes too small.

This is the moment you realize you’ve never

Woken up next to someone you were actually

In love with.

That your patron saint is a boy

With tissue paper hands

And wrought-iron ribs like they were meant

For holding birds in.

The cupid’s bow of your lips

Was always meant for harp chords,

Wasn’t it?

They taught you to sling arrows

Instead of songs, and you thought them wise.

And him? He makes promises.

Beautiful things, tucked away behind his teeth

Like they’re waiting for you to find them.

I know nothing of the Ides of March

But I know a sinking ship

Better than I know my own heart.

This boy will break.

And when the water pours in,

It will kiss him like his mother never did

And it will be years before the tide

Brings him back to the shore.

It’s okay to love a drowning man,

But do not step into the water beside him.

Remember, you were born with feet,

Not with fins.

And treading water can go on for years

But it has to end.”

- Disillusioned, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)