We could've held the stars, yk!
And dance under the gloomy moonlight
We could've fought,
For us, the existence alone.
We could've held on
And not let it slip out,
It wasn't a handful of sand!
We could've simply tried,
Atleast, that's what they've been teaching us!
'Trying never leads to disappointment'
Even a handful of sand would've stayed either...
But...
That's it
We,
We could've...
But!


                            𝘵𝘤𝘸/𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘷

Your hands are weapons that know no mercy
You bring them to your face and draw a map
I trace the ridges, the bridges, the mountains
The clumps of skin that crisscross on your mouth

until your lights come undone
And the sun deport its creators
And seek you instead;
Every person you came to love was already dead and they shoved their corpses and broken teeth down your throat like a blackhole branch and nostalgic chaos
cremating all the bodies they’ve occupied, but still it tasted too familiar to your common sense that  you let it.
Or is it okay as long as it's spoiler free, and less relevant to your story standards, and case scenario?

It’s okay

to feel the sun kissed heat
to feel the burnt sand on your feet
to get numb caused by a swim on the beach

It’s okay to just be you.
Without pretending to put the smile
You thought will do.

- Summers she never missed.

I buried one friend last August,
I buried another one last month,
For a year I’ve struggled to help another friend over come addition and failed,
Another person: who kept me sane through my wild teenage years, buried his girlfriend recently, and in turn he buried his feelings with drugs and alcohol, we celebrated his one year of sobriety only a few months ago, no one ever mentioned how morbid your 20’s could be.

So inclusion I think pharmaceutical company’s should have to include “ heartbreak” on their labels, as a side effect too opioids.