"Abby, Abby wake up."
Caleb's hands press onto my face feeling for temperature.
why are we outside?
"Abby, please."
"Shit, Abby, open your eyes."
"Abby, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry I haven't came to visit."
Visit?
Does he think this is a hospital?
Am I the patient?
The sick patient, trapped in a lonely room,
That he has to come visit?
"Abby please."
"Go away."
My voice weak, and cold.
Unforgiving.
"Abby, I can explain....?
"Explain what? That I'm a crazy girl, that you should've never met and that you never should've crossed into my life.That you entered the darkness of my heart by mistake? No."
"Abby....just listen."
"No go away."
This time my voice stronger. Demanding.
"Fine."
His back turns to me.
He quietly walks out of the store the same way he walked in.
The same way he made a way into my heart.
Fast. Aiming towards my weak spot.
My cuts.
I guess this is it then.
This is where I should give up.
This is the end.
G o o d b y e C a l e b .
YOU ARE READING
scars
Poetrythey say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe when i leave scars on my skin, im not dying, maybe im going home.
