Day 17

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I went over to your house. Mike let me in reluctantly.

I knew it's because he knows how much it hurts me. I walked downstairs to your room in the basement.

I heard strums of a song you'd never shared with the band.

I heard your voice. It was raspy. I knew you'd been crying because I know you're voice when you cry.

' tell me that my heart doesn't want him
Tell me my happiness isn't running thin
Tell me I'm okay
Tell him it wasn't love anyway
Tell her that I'm her self help
Tell me that too so I can convince myself
Tell my friends I'm great
Tell the world I'm straight.
Tell the world I'm fine
You and me both know that's a lie'

I cried at the lyrics.

You were ashamed.

I'm not a silent crier.

You opened the door. Your eyes looked down and your face fell even more.

"I knew it wasn't love. I don't need your song" I barely got out.

Then I left.

You didn't run after me.

Mike did.

But I was faster than him.

Now I'm home and my arm hurts because a guy pushed me against a wall and stole my wallet. I wish he would've taken the memory of you as well.

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