poet. ➸ phan

two

tw - scars & some depressing thoughts

the city woke dan up the following morning. it was freezing and the sun was barely up - instead the sky was coated with clouds like cotton candy. he wished everything was always this peaceful

bleary-eyed, dan glanced over to his desk before reaching over to pick up the scrap of paper he'd written on the night before.

it was nothing. why did he even try writing?

he pulled himself out of bed, pulling on some black jeans, a grey shirt and a black jacket. as he waited for his straighteners to turn on, he sat down, letting the blue-eyed-boy engulf his thoughts once more.

"catch me when i fall, i can't afford to shatter all over again. i'm already broken inside" he wrote, running his fingers across his thigh and wincing at the sudden stab of pain.

why would someone love him when he couldn't even love himself?