july
hudson, ny
-
her
i started staying up
for a boy who
smoked more than
he talked.
he spent his nights
playing piano and
trying to outrun
his family trauma and
the nagging feeling
that he was
faking everything in his life.
he was,
but that was another
story entirely.
i fell for him
because i thought it
would be the correct choice.
long blonde hair
like spun gold but
more thin like straw,
deep blue eyes and
an extremely prominent
nose.
he couldn't have been more
wrong for me,
but i wanted it badly.
that night i drove back
from the airport
after dropping her off,
i called him and we talked.
then i stayed up until 3am.
you'd found out
i liked him.
and you helped me try
to get a read.
but i already knew
what the answer would be.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
