Dec 29
alfred
fighting a war with yourself
or is it against him?
neverending battles
that no one will win.
lies whispered in your ear
by your own slanderous mouth
telling yourself to forget
the one you cant live without
an ever-bleeding wound
closed by a different hand
slowly growing closer,
as the tide upon the sand.
there is no map to follow
no formula for joy,
but to heal your broken heart,
you must find the perfect boy.
