s o r r y

• a short story •

she's the poison machine of herself,
creating disastrous acts,
every second every day,
she said she want to live with regrets before she die,
she said being a caring person is a waste of time,
she said my heart just got a new cast,
you want to shred them into pieces again?
of course he said no,
her beauty haunting him to sleep,
her velvety voice is a beautiful lullaby to his ears,
her eyes makes him alive,
her smile make his heart goes,
ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum..
every second every minute,
he fell deeper, deeper,
one day he just blurted it out loud,
“i- i kinda like you lilac, no- i love you.”
she's speechless and ask herself,
he can't love a poison machine, can he?
“st-stay a-away.”
“but why?”
“i'm going to hurt you."
“i know, i know im blessed to get my heart broken by you.”
tears started to pour out,
she roughly wiped them,
“dont go all ‘the fault in our stars' crap on me, only the real augustus can do that to me.”
she hissed and let out a bitter laugh,
“what can i do? what? how? to make you believe, to make you see, to make you feel?”
question marks and pain is pinching his heart, mind, lungs, and eyes,
“it looks like you forgot about lilac's little rules, me caring was way out of the picture, in fact, its bazillion trillion gazillion million miles away, because i'm dying, can't you see? can you see it?”
“i knew you're dying.”
“that's why you deserves a way better a-and not a poison machine like me, hell- your mum doesn't even like me because she caught me smoking.”
her laugh is breathless and choked because of the feeling pooling inside her heart,
“i can't live without you shit is real, because i feel it, i breath it, i took the risks. i'm selfish, i knew that, i'm selfish because i want you, because you're the only tragedy that appeared to be ludicrously beautiful and undefineable. i want to define every part of you. every smile of yours, j-just everything.”
he genuinely spoke,
his eyes filled with adoration, yeah, love,
his words strummed her heartstrings;
she felt so wanted and beautiful.
tears continue to stain her cheeks,
“go away, emilior. you're not thinking straight.”
of course he said no,
and pulled her into a hug,

“thanks for understanding me, you always know what i wanted. i- i love you for that too.”
she whispered to his neck.

they're real, they felt, they suffered, they fell, they crashed.

• s o r r y •
yeap, i did it. a short love story.

adios amigos, stay strong :)

  abbhy(: