july
hudson, ny
-
her
i started spending
the evenings
there with you.
watching as nothing
ever happened
and the place was dead.
we made conversations last
whenever it was just us
and the jokes came out
when it was her in addition
to the two of us.
you never knew it,
but she had feelings
for you.
you told me about him,
and it was as i guessed.
but even as you did,
i was too afraid that maybe
i was starting to fall
for you instead.
which scared me more
than i can say.
i had given up on love,
afraid of what it was
and the hurt it brought
along with it.
destructive like a hurricane
and beautiful like a garden.
somewhere in between,
i guess.
so i denied, denied, denied.
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 (:
