baby, little boy with bones of steel and ice hate coiled in your stomach like barbed wire i see you so clearly, on the edge of that rooftop in SpainΒ Β wind pushing your hair back, arms spread, unafraid The descent- how beautiful you are, falling i wish i could have been by your side and held your hand as we dove into the concrete like angels in reverse
My close friend committed suicide in Barcelona this summer.Β Β He was my first love and I miss him dearly.