He was so young and so doomed.
A boy.
Only 16.
He’d slay his angels and slow dance with his demons,
But he loved with all of his shattered heart,
And that?
Well that was what made him mine.

I am not a good person to fall in love with.
I will imprint my lips onto yours until they're the only thing you can taste.
I will trace indelible shapes onto your skin and laugh when you try to wash them off.
They will never come off.
I will take you to parks and waterfalls and bookshops,
and I will make sure that you cannot go anywhere without thoughts of me running endlessly through your head.
I will love you so completely that anyone else's will seem dim by comparison.

The mirrors and I start to shatter
I never believed that I was worth it
Nothing else seems to matter


The colors around me blur
I blink back more tears than I’d like to admit
The mirrors and I start to shatter

My hidden scars seem to quiver
All your words bruise me when they hit
Nothing else seems to matter

My shoulders start to shiver
You consider me a hypocrite
The mirrors and I start to shatter

My words trip over each other and slur
I wish sometimes, that I could just quit
Nothing else seems to matter

The ugly thoughts begin to stir
Everything seems to be starlit
The mirrors and I start to shatter
Nothing else seems to matter

The thing about masks is that someone always sees the string behind your head.

My cries for help

Have been ignored,

I don't think I have the strength

To scream anymore.