I once met a boy with stars in his eyes,
a storm in his lungs,
and the weight of the world on his shoulders.
With a blooded mouth he told me
pain only lasts for so long.
That now happiness would come,
if only he reached out and took it.
a storm in his lungs,
and the weight of the world on his shoulders.
With a blooded mouth he told me
pain only lasts for so long.
That now happiness would come,
if only he reached out and took it.
He’d ruffle his hair and smile ever so slightly.
as the blood spilled on the ground,
leaving marks on the rails,
leaving marks on my chest.
He bowed before he left me,
and I haven’t seen him since.
Still, I hope he reached out and took it,
and he’s happier today.
Because I never got to tell him,
I’d still give up everything for him to stay.
Little Pocket Journal 