how do you tell the people who love you that their
encouraging words and
breakfast pancakes and
shoulder brushes and
wheezing laughter and
random dance parties and
their all around basic
goodness
is tightening the noose around your throat
until moving the slightest inch
could be your downfall
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
