"if i tell you to leave, please leave." she whispers to him, the one who gave her chills whenever he touches her, the one who made tsunamis rage within her eyes, the one who made her mind a tangled mess, the one who made her believe in one thing she didn't believe in-- love.
she cries softly, feeling her chest get tighter with each word she says; "When I tell you to leave--please leave, I do ask that straight from the heart. But at the same time, don't leave. Chase me. Make me believe that there may be a chance with the both of us, that this won't be the ending of the book we've both written; because I'm too scared to say goodbye, it would mean forgetting you. And I don't think I could ever do that."
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Poetrythe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
