letters for bunny.

breaks

I returned from school.
I just wanted to get into my bed.
I walked to the mirror.
Looked at my perfectly curled hair.
My polished nails.
My cute skirt.
And then I started crying.
Crying.
Crying.
I ripped off the skirt.
Tear apart the blouse.
Wash away the make-up.

Macara ran down my cheeks.
Black color was smuged all over my eyes.
My hair laid messy on my head.
I sat there.
On my bed.
Just wearing my panties and a long sweater.
In front of me, that box.
I carried moments in there.
Moments I can't let go.
I don't want to let go.
I carry Polaroids in there.
I even carry that necklace in there.
That crappy necklace.
He gave me when we ran away.

We used to chill at that gas station.
Drink our favorite liqour.
Smoke our favorite cigartettes.
We did a lot of wrong stuff.
But I don't regret it.
I was happy while I did it.
So I shouldn't regret it.
Or at least I tell myself that everytime I look into that box.
Every day.
The box that carrys my soul.

"yeah c'mon we could meet up again"
"that'd be fun"
I put my hair up, fixed my looks a little and jumped outside.
"hey little!"
I heard a familiar sounding voice scream as I entered the aera we always chill in.
No one goes there except for us.
"boiii!"
I ran in his direction and jumped in his arms.
We laid down on the old matress.
And we started talking.
Our eyes ran through everything.
"that's fucked"
"i missed you"
His breath on my lips.
I close my eyes and lay my lips on his.
We didn't kiss.
It was just a move we had.
We were really close.
I didn't tell people much about me.
But I trust him.
In every possible way.