The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
Hello

It hurts every time you say goodbye
and I don't know what to say
it hurts when you say nothing at all
and I don't know how to respond

iamnothurt
iamgone
idontcare
icried
buttherewerenotears
itdoesntmatter
idontmatter
nothingmattersanyway
iamgone
noonecares
gotohell
iamgone
(bye)

Flying on wings I don't have
green grass
the smell of it in the air
he will never cut that grass again

A thrown remark
that the past is thrown away

Crying for things I don't have
there's no grass where he's going
no pretty flowers growing
carried away by metal wings
I try to follow
flying on wings I don't have
to reach him someday
why do I feel like he died
when he only went away?
The Sky

Into the nothingness I run
to escape the things I've done
into the darkness I flee
to leave behind the light
and you could be
the sky
and you could take me away
and you could bring me back
Blue/Grey

She takes me back to a Swedish lake
makes me laugh
a graveyard at midnight
chased by dinosaur-dads
flashing their sharp teeth
and I find myself missing her
wishing her back
wishing it will last
a wish for every kiss we never had
The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
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