Star stitches

Dried blood torn britches

Its been over an year tonight has already, too many ghosts

and that wound is still so gaping and fresh and bloody

the star shaped stitches ive sown around it shiver with every breath and sob

and theres dried blood on all my shirts because god as my witness your ghost hasnt left my system and i fear it because it may never leave and it wont

because you loved a sad suicidal boy into the summer of his life and then left on solstice night.

No, Were made to. Snatched away.

Evil, evil step mother

fairy tale no more; no fair

🪽

So its summer

So its suicide

So I’m on my bedroom floor sobbing

So siken says

🪽

and its stays because you were crush

All pages cover and back

And I’ll never love again or atleast not for the forseeable future because like a bullet to the brain

you lodged yourself and your stupid, perfect love your caring ways close to my heart and soul

I hate you for how well you loved me you directly held the hurt little boy that no one ever sees and now you’re gone

and im building cardboard castles in silence again

Maybe this time I’ll stand inside as struck matches hit the floor

My tears ricochet to fill the moat

blood and tears,

over and out

Forever yours, my dear