"tell me more about you." you murmured against my lips.
"like what?"
"i don't know." you traced down to my neck, finding your favorite spot just above my heart. "anything."
"well," i began, twisting a strand of your black hair "i'm a writer."
"uh huh." you pulled at my skin painfully. "another one of those liars." enough that i knew it'll leave a hickey.
"what do you mean?" puzzled, i held your face and made you look up into my eyes.
you laughed. cynical. "that's what writers are, aren't they? liars. cheating with words."
in that moment i didn't know what hurt more. my heart or the hickey you left on top of it.
and when it hurts
do you let it consume you
cradle you like it's first born
holding you close to heart
no, forget that. tell me this:
does it make you want to die
or make you merely a human
YOU ARE READING
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Kısa Hikaye[ COMPLETED ] what is the first thing that a human does after being born? cry. it feels like for the past five years, that's all i've been doing.
