September 2, 2011
A boy
Young enough
For tears to shed
Without guilt
To stain his
Trembling face
Hair black as pitch
Stitched to the outline
Of his cheekbones
He’d never be what
He wanted
What they wanted
Fix your flaws
My boy
You won’t be brave enough
My boy
You will never be perfect enough
Beauty lost inside
I promised you
A downfall
In which
You fall from great heights
Threw the chill
Slicing through the innocence
Left in the night
I swear to you
You will plummet
With a grin

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