prettiest boy, full of sadness and mischief. your words are winsome and diaphanous like the rain that momentarily collects on flower petals my heart stretches eager to encapsulate your wounds let me heal you. violent boy, full of rage and insecurities. your hands are so beautiful and strong. you use them to hurt me now. delicate bruises splayed across my jaw i wonder what you are thinking while i cry and beg you to stop • fucked-up fairy tales
