“how did you do this to me?” he asks; she laughs and turns away

there’s this boy i know

with fragile lungs and broken ribs

like branches on the forest floor

his heart’s only protection is the skin that is perpetually fading

despite how long he opens his shirt towards the sun

towards the glow radiating from the soul of the one he loves

and then there is a girl 

with long flowing hair like a stream running through the middle of his forest

her soul brightens his path though it guides her into darkness

a natural curve dances on her mouth

a mischievous smile and a hollowed out soul 

acid tears never felt good until she laid eyes on him

the broken boy’s broken bones wrapped around the heart she didn’t have

how cruel of her to let him depend on her drunk affection

his love

the tenderness of his heart got lost somewhere beneath the surface of the earth

while she was digging her grave and 

he had no choice but to save her 

but no longer exist as–