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The Boys First Heartbreak 💔
I ask him, "Was she worth it?"
He exhales, slow and deliberate.
"She was the tweak to my addict,
the dead eyes you see in the lost.
She was dark, parasitic to my heart.
She wanted to crawl inside my skin
just to feel my warmth.
She was fucking everything."
"She sounds terrible," I respond.
He takes the longest drag of his cigarette,
smoke curling like his thoughts.
"Nah," he says,
"she was comfortable in the dark.
It’s there she created art.
Sure, she nearly swallowed my light,
but she taught me the shape of my sadness.
Yeah, she almost drove me mad,
to the brink where I wanted to take my life.
But God, it felt good to give her everything.
I was obsessed with her.
She fucked me up, sure,
but she was necessary—
my first heartbreak.
In the end, she showed me
how you can have heaven in hell."
NP
He exhales, slow and deliberate.
"She was the tweak to my addict,
the dead eyes you see in the lost.
She was dark, parasitic to my heart.
She wanted to crawl inside my skin
just to feel my warmth.
She was fucking everything."
"She sounds terrible," I respond.
He takes the longest drag of his cigarette,
smoke curling like his thoughts.
"Nah," he says,
"she was comfortable in the dark.
It’s there she created art.
Sure, she nearly swallowed my light,
but she taught me the shape of my sadness.
Yeah, she almost drove me mad,
to the brink where I wanted to take my life.
But God, it felt good to give her everything.
I was obsessed with her.
She fucked me up, sure,
but she was necessary—
my first heartbreak.
In the end, she showed me
how you can have heaven in hell."
NP
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