Graveyard
you were strange you loved graveyards you told me once that they are beautiful that there is so much sadness in them horror stories of sad deaths in there but still flowers grow isn't that deserving to have someone who loves them as well and i smiled that day i thought to myself 'how would it feel to love a boy like this who had eyes the colour of skies and oceans and hair the colour of fresh earth after the first rain whose heart had space and love for ruined things and graveyards and maybe even me?" six months later under a sky full of stars and clouds and moon i whispered an 'i love you' and the only response i recieved was 'don't' for the first time i heard the sound of my heart breaking it was in silence and a gushing river of tears that wanted to pour down from my eyes i still loved you i didn't know how not to seven months later you said a reluctant yes my heart smiled and so did my eyes and my lips and everything else in me a yea...