The openness that the curtains were giving me is terrifyingly peaceful — the bundle of joy I felt when a little boy creeps in and peeked through while his eyes roam around and I gazed upon his hopeless dilated pupil.
Around the bushes outside, there are roses blooming in the night — while his shirt has been struck like lightning laid his hands on him and there were bloods sticking out his nose; Ceased brows were heavily in my forehead then I saw him enter my room with a knife glued into his hands.
The eerie tic of my shivering body must have given him the freedom to do the stabbing and I let him do that — closing my eyes while I wait for him to shout and beg, I kneeled down in front of him and let my tears get a hold of me.
"I must have left you on the cold, I apologize." I said and he stabbed me right in the heart. The little boy smirked while I lost consciousness and everything seems slow in motion — the colors began to fade and my mom suddenly swayed through the door.
The curtains are swaying back and forth and I woke up with a bliss. There's a little boy outside.
Before you read this, you can listen to 'Bundle of Joy' by Jartisto.
This was inspired by the little boy I saw on tiktok. Anyways, it's been 21 days since I last posted. But, I was always checking this site. It's just the will I don't have. Happy reading.
I will never have the privilege to call you mine. I will never hold you in my arms. I will never kiss you. I will never have those long talks in the middle of the night with you. I will never wake up laying next to you. I will see you being happy without me. With someone that isn’t me. And I just have to accept that we were never meant to be.