dear boy
hello my true love
whenever you decide to show up
ill be here
somewhere between reality and fiction I will be
waiting,
living my life
I may not be be perfect
but my flaws are what make me beautiful
I might not look like a model to you
but I won't need to
I may not be strong all the time
but my weakness make me real
I may not always be kind
but remember I'm trying to help you
My thoughts might not always be clear
but when I do decide I will mean it
My life will not be simple sometimes
Just listen
and try your best
you don't have to punch the person making me cry
just wipe away my tears
hold me close
kiss me ten
Smile
When I am in your arms
Hold me
Then I can smile again
Kiss me
When I am next to you
Hug me
Then I can finally smile knowing
You are kissing me for real
The only person who saw me die was him. His dark hair and blue eyes stood out in the moonlight. His ivory skin made him appear to be made of porcelain.
"This will be over soon," he whispered as he held me.
I was bleeding badly, and I couldn't speak. In a sense, I guess I could, but maybe it was the fact I didn't want to speak.
"What happened, exactly?" he asked.
I shook my head and tears fell down my cheeks. I felt overwhelmingly hot, yet my body was cold. I could feel the blood spilling beneath my body. I didn't have much time left.
Holding my hand, he smiled at me. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he touched me on the cheek ligh