A Friend

A Friend

By Fintry Stars

He’s a friend of mine, we would always play together, and I would always do as he told. And then we grow up, the game was different and we played it differently too, he started to know white lines and snorting it. One day, he called for me and I came. He look screwed and high. Black eyes bag and sweating, he said, “Do me a favor, and kill me.” I did it. Words from him is a command for me, because I would always do as he told. Because I’m a really good friend of his.

He Made It

He Made It

by Fintry Stars

When he’s gone,

I’m asking him,

On his engraved name,

“Is this what you wish?

Did you wanna leave me behind?

Did you wanna surfer me?

Did you wanna see me cry?”

Because if that’s what he wished for.

Then congratulations,

He made it. 

Later

Later

By Fintry Stars

Are you gonna Hurt me now?
Or Are you gonna Hurt me later?

Are you gonna Break me now?
Or Are you gonna Break me later?

Are you gonna Leave me now?
Or Are you gonna Leave me later?

Are you gonna Tell me now?
Or Are you gonna Tell me later?

‘Cause I rather get hurt now
than you’re hurting me slowly

I rather break now
than you’re breaking me slowly

I rather be alone now
than you’re leaving me slowly

I rather you tell me now
than live in your lies

Colors

Colors

By Fintry Stars

There’s a light inside him

Like the flame-colored skies

That Wrapped and protect him

With red colors.

Yet he made everything seems so Dark Blue

Blue is his home

They will never understand

Blue is his heart

The coldest heart one ever felt

Red is inside, Blue’s outside

Red is his rage, Blue is him.

Stay

Stay

By Fintry Stars

I’ll stay

That’s a promise

I’ll stay with him till the morning

I’ll stay with him to the cease

But death doesn’t come with a warning

And he’s not one who make promises. 

You

You

By Fintry Stars

Your face

Is the faces of Beau

Your eyes

Are the symbols of Esprit

Your touch

Is Trés Désireux

And my love for you

Is Pour la vie. 

Collarbones

Collarbones

by Fintry Stars

Collarbones, Thigh-gaps, hipbones, is all she want. She swear she’d give everything to get it. She’d give everything to start her day without offending her own body, without the pain of not eating breakfast, without getting abused at school, without getting another cuts she made herself on her wrist near her old cuts, without putting two finger inside her mouth down her throat to puke her lunch, without being called fat, without getting bullied just of her nonexistent fat. Finally, she’d died of early age as a thin girl because she gave her life. She’d give everything, she swore.