"Do you love him?" He asked, crossing his arms as he leaned back onto the brick wall that stood sturdily behind him.
She hesitated before answering. "No..."
He rolled his eyes and sighed before flicking a cigarette out from his pocket and placing it in his mouth before lighting it up and taking a small puff. "Does he make you smile like an idiot? "
"Sure..." She shrugged.
"Does he make your heart race and your lungs burn as you forget how to breathe when he's close?"
She shrugged once more. "I guess..."
He inhaled another lot of the toxic smoke. "Do you constantly find yourself checking the time, over and over, counting the minutes or hours till you can see him again?"
"Sure I do."
"Now, again, do you love him?"
She stayed silent for a moment, glancing down at her shoes like they were the most interesting thing she had seen.
"Do you love him?" He repeated sternly.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Yes. Yes, I do."
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
