And you want to memorise the pores of his skin and the way he adjusts his glasses when he's drunk and the toys he has on his bookshelf and the way his eyes smile at you because too soon he'll be gone and all you'll be left with is ashes in your mouth and nothing left to lose.
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Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
