2:01 a.m.
i wonder if you remember this place the way i remember the last of you
that day, i could have sworn to look fine
maybe infuriated but fine
our personal pledge of silence was becoming comfortable
yes, i could finally bare being in the same room and not think of the pain in my back; the scarring you had left as a reminder of our bridge and palace crumbling at the will of your fingertips
and i despised your ability to read beyond a blank face and was disgusted by your perfected skill of comforting me without it being your responsibility
because you knew everything even though i knew nothing
but for once you'll never know what or why it happened
and im sure it never even mattered, at least not more than this:
I had let you quiet my sobs and for the first time in months, it wasn't because of you
.s
YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
