" She
She's laying on her bed with her iPod on full blast. The door is locked, and the curtains are drawn. On the TV screen is The Notebook. An empty tub of her favorite ice cream lies on the floor. Smudged with makeup, her fingertips are stained from her mascara and eyeliner stained tears. Their last conversation plays in her head. She thinks to herself, that she'll never get him back.
He
He's on the edge of his bed, the door is locked. His room is pitch black from the absence of lights. Black ops is in it's box an the controller is on the floor. There is a hole in the wall from when he punched it earlier. His headphones are about to burst from how loud the music is. No one can hear his sobs or see how messy his hair is from running his fingers through it, thinking and thinking. He's replaying their last conversation ,thinking, she'll never take him back."
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The Little Things
PoetryA collection of poems, quotes, stories, and thought provoking paragraphs. Some are my very own work and others have been spoken to me in a time of need that I related to so closely and that help me so much that I just can't wait to share them with...
