A Boy With Roses

Ysolla

No words can describe the loss I feel knowing I\'ll never see you again. I look around this room, cluttered and overflowing with dust charms and all my hopeless dreams, not knowing what to do or say. I carry the weight of this burden in silence, and when I look at you I crumble. Crushed in the hands of fate. I can\'t escape from the tight grip. You have made me this way. Thistle and milk. In love with the moon, mourning the witch and pretending I\'m okay. All of the colours have gone and the pain is insurmountable. I don\'t know how I can carry on living like this. I can\'t remember the last time I told you I love you, but deep down I do. I have always loved you. I think about you when I\'m at my lowest, wondering where you are. I put on music and drink and try to forget but everything you left behind is quiet.