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i woke up in his arms.
my fingers crossed, hoping it was out of pure
kindness and not pity.
his gaze stayed on me, never leaving.
i hope he never leaves.
he brushed a strand of hair, tucking it
behind my ear.
oliver was being so weird?
the boy gently spoke,
nell, what's wrong? you've been
awfully quiet.
woah.
wasn't i constantly slient?
no, incorrect.
ever since that day with
my mom's argument,
i never really felt happy in
my own household.
but i never realized how much quieter
i have gotten.
i guess oliver noticed.
it's okay, i mumbled.
he glanced at me in disbelief.
comfort and joy reached me as oliver
hugged me even tighter.
even then, i know this'll
pass and i'll never experience this again.
i hate everything.
the world hates me, it hurts.
tears streamed down my cheeks
as if it were a waterfall.
i'm so weak.
he wiped my tears, obnoxiously
gentle.
warmth.
something i hadn't felt in
long, long time.
w a r m t h.
YOU ARE READING
cherry flavored.
Poetrynelly isn't very fond at the thought of her mom, and at oliver's cherry flavored lip balm supposedly. rankings: #1 in deepthinking 10/10/24 #46 in thoughts 10/18/24 reads: 101 10/13/24 158 10/18/24
