poetry

january fourth

            [rory frost]
       
        
fresh salty tears roll down my angry face as i ran through the mossy terrain behind my house, distant calls from my father could be heard, i tried to block them out. "rory," my boots sunk into the moist ground as rain drizzled down from the clouds, it was dark, my eyes couldn't comprehend what was in front of me yet i still ran.

running away was something i had grown extremely good at, not a proud habit of mine.

once i reached street, i retrieved my phone from my pocket, fifteen missed calls, ten text messages and five voicemails from my parents, one voicemail from him, i clicked the play button and sat on nearby curb, his voice was soft yet concern destroyed it.

"meet me at waffle house," was the last thing i heard before a loud beep radiated through my ears.

my dark jeans were muddy, the collar of my shirt was soggy with tears, when i entered the waffle house, i saw him. siting there alone with a plate of waffle and a mug of coffee across from him, his blue eyes glanced up at me, they widened observing my dirty appearance. "running away from your problems, again, rory. sometimes talking things over is better then getting angry and running off," instead of responding i sat down and stared down at the still hot waffles, "eat, they're for you, so is the coffee,"

"your parents called me, i think they are right, you've been extremely distance lately and i am worried about you, maybe seeing a therapist could really help you get through your problems,"

i couldn't look up at your eyes, i could feel them looking at me, waiting for me to look up and fall into your trap, "whatever,"

anger started to boil through my paper thin veins, water started to build at the lines of my eyes, almost spilling over, the black liquid burned as i swallowed the last of it and angrily stood up, lowering my head and walked out. i didn't want this, not right now.

"rory," my name was starting to hurt my ears, "talk to me,"

my lungs, throat and stomach yelled at my brain to scream and run, like i always did, yet my feet wouldn't move. "drive with me,"

my tongue spilled my deepest secrets to him, why did i trust him so easily? once my mouth opened, i couldn't stop the information from leaving its dusty slot in my head. he held my hand as i cried, loudly. i didn't want to leave him when he parked his car in front of my house.

"talk to them, like you talked to me, rory,"

your lips kissed my hand and forehead before driving into the night, leaving me alone to face my parents.

[my mind runs wild at night, therefore random oneshots are made]