Ana And Mia, sitting on a tree

i loved a boy
he was quite beautiful
with his raven hair and blue eyes
but his thoughts were way darker
than his hair could ever be
he only told me he loved me at 3 am
with an empty bottle of vodka next to him
haven’t seen him in a while now
i think he replaced the vodka with pills
i don’t want to know though
i already have a grave to visit

i loved a girl
she was quite beautiful, too
with her blonde hair and blue eyes
but the scars on her wrists were brighter
than her hair could ever be
she only told me she loved me at 3 am
after i convinced her to put the razor down
haven’t heard from her in a while
i think she cut too deep
i don’t want to know though
i already have a grave to visit

i was at the cemetry
i don’t think i looked beautiful
with my brown hairs flying in the wind,
my blue eyes boring into your tombstone
i wondered again
why they got the chance to live and you didn’t
i don’t want to visit your grave, it hurts

i got letters from my loved ones not much later
he told me how grateful he was
and that i saved his life
and how happy he was at his new school,
she told me how grateful she was
and that i saved her life
and how happy she was with her new friends

i read those letters to you at 3 am
with an empty bottle of vodka next to me
and a razor blade in my hand
i told you i loved you
but you didn’t respond

to love a tombstone, a poem by me (via imperfecti0ned)