7:03 am
there was once a boy who could
see demons and monsters.
he met a girl who had a demon
hovering over her,
cradling her and feeding on
all of her fear,
anxiety
and sadness.
but all she ever did was smile,
and shake it off like
nothing was wrong.
like she didn't cry herself to sleep,
or make the red milk pour,
or scream her lungs out.
the boy tried and tried
to make her stop smiling -
and to just tell him her
feelings.
but her demon didn't
allow that, no,
it was forbidden.
the boy who could see
her monster eventually gave
up on trying,
and never realized;
he had a demon of his own.
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poesi[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
