His eyes were suffocated.
He was drowning in his sorrow,
holding his breath
until the world around him faded - piece
by piece.
His tongue dripped of gasoline.
He was bursting into flames in front of me,
turning into ashes - piece
by piece.
Everytime I built a boat of comfort,
tried to extinguish his pain,
the more he wanted to disappear.
"You can't save a dead boy."
They were right, I let him find someone else
to teach him what he wants.
He just doesn't want to be saved.
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purpose (spilled ink)
PoesieThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
