He was the boy that everyone loved.
His worlds could be built into beautiful novas
the clouds he created were full of the secrets he wasn’t
fully content with sharing yet.

His smile hid the beast that
was caged in his chest, raging
and bellowing to be born
through his teeth.

He was the boy that the girls
applied heavy coats of lipstick on
for. They wanted him on their hip,
a trophy for their friends to drool
over as he twirled her around at prom.

His hands were rough
from the glass hearts he managed
to crush into shards. He loved picking the
debris from his skin, plucking out each emotional
tie.

He was the boy with eyes
like a forest. Trees wept at their color
and the sun directed itself in their
direction just to see how green they could
be.

His game was sinister. Each girl
just another level to beat
because he loved the view of a girl,
so pretty, crying into worn tissues.
He would tattoo her running mascara into his
skin for a reminder of how
good it felt to bring
so much pain.

He was the boy
that every girl
wanted but wouldn’t
dare touch because
glass in the skin
brings too much pain.