I made a promise to never see you again.
Then again, if a promise made to oneself is broken, I guess it's hypocritical to hold yourself accountable.
But what do I know? Im just a teenager. Teenagers have hormones and icky feelings.
It hurts to love you though.
It hurts even more to watch you go, away from my arms.
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"What do you know about travis?" Are words larry and Todd never thought they'd hear.
"He's a dick." Larry caught the ball he had been tossing. "Why?"
"It feels like he's had that bruise for far too long." Sal answered honestly.
He swore he wouldn't tell anybody about their conversation earlier that day. As much as a blabbermouth sal was, he wanted travis to trust him.
"I never noticed it before, but you're right Sal." Todd chirped. He flipped over a flashcard and sighed. "Converged. God I'm never gonna get this right."
"I got a B on that test." Sal muttered. "Not the point. Has anybody else noticed those bruises on his neck?"
"Why are we obsessing? Maybe he's a slut." Larry asked. He had a different approach to people he didn't like. Like travis.
"He's christian larry." Todd frowned and flipped another card, putting it in the correct pile.
"I know. Bitch doesn't stop preaching to me. Like- I'm catholic but im not making it everyone's business." He caught the ball again.
"Im just- Im worried about him." Sally brought his knees up to his chest, Black fingernails dancing across the carpeted floor.
"Why? He's a jerk Sal. Ow!" Larry's ball slipped the back of Todd's head.
"Nevermind."
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A wish of redamancy
Loving words, sempiternal
Baby blue hair,
A love affair
A wish of redamancy.
So one drink for sorrow
And two for hope
A third for tomorrow
Last, a fourth to Cope.
I'll miss you forever
Though I never knew
How it really felt
to know you.
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Travis shut the journal page gently and threw it in his bookshelf. On the spine read "Lonesome Dove", A cover for a popular book so he wouldn't realize.
Travis did not feel as if he was a lonesome dove. He felt more of a deer upon a headlight, unmoving and still, even if he could run he wouldn't.
He knew something he'd never admit anywhere, but the need to self pity had taken him over. It was no longer hate for kenneth, it was annoyance that there was no scar.
It disgusted him.
But without self-pity, who would he be? Just Travis.
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Sincerely, Travis
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