“I love you.”
It seemed like the perfect moment to blurt out the words. It was so careless of me.
You stayed silent. The slightest attempt to repeat the words back was unapparent.
The silence was cold. It fought the warm caress of your body.
Could you not bear to say it? Was loving me never your intention? Could you not just have lied to me?
I looked up at your face and wished I hadn't. The expression of despair was so blatant. Had I hurt you? Did it hurt to say it? Was it that you didn't love me and that caused you pain?
Words meant for affection and care, words that should never hurt had hurt you. A mindlessly uttered sentence has caused you pain, and how am I to help?
Your eyes showed so much distress. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have.”
You again remained silent. Tears threatened to escape your eyes. Your voice creaked like an old door as you whispered, “I wish I could say it back, but I can't." Your embrace grew cold, and your arms became like delicate porcelain. You could shatter any minute; at the faintest touch.
“Then, you should let me go," I said as I let you shatter.
faye webster has kidnapped me lolz. This came to me in the middle of the night as I listened to the song Hurts Me Too. I honesly love Faye's songs so it makes sense that I wrote something inspired by a song. Obviously it's not totally based on the song but its whatever I just type away. Anyways, i hope you liked it!!!
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