You came to my house today.
You knocked once.
Twice.
I saw you
through my window.
I opened
the door
after I saw you weren't
with your friends.
Your eyes,
filled with regret
and sadness
flickered up to mine.
For a moment
the world stopped
and I felt like kissing you
and I forgot
that you were who you were
and that you
were the one who tore me apart.
But only
for a moment.
Before I decided I still hated you
and shut the door.
I didn't open the door
even after I heard you sobbing
on the front steps.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding
Teen FictionYou punch me. You hit me. You laugh at me. You call me a bitch. You say i'm a slut . You tell everyone i'm fat. You smile when I cry. And yet, I can see it in your face. You don't want to hit me. You don't want to punch me. You don't want to laugh a...
