Iris was driving
I didn't know where but I didn't care
We needed to get away from that hell
The place that should seriously be considered a jail
"I..Iri..s" I try to say
But I am shaking
My face is red
My eyes hurt
I am an utter mess
I am a disgrace to man kind
"Asher, it's going to be okay.."
She's broken too
It's in her eyes
The way that she speaks
The way she treats me
She's been through so much more
So much more than I have that she's keeping to herself
She's keeping her demons locked up
Away, to never escape her mind
It's in her perspective of life
She makes sure nothing else breaks
Because she knows how much it hurts
To be breaking inside
And it was my job to make sure
I take those demons away from her
YOU ARE READING
Iris and Asher
Poetry~It's so odd how people drift apart Like how people drift away From memories and photographs That always seem to stay and remain the same~ A short story on how opposites could try and attract
