I must have slept at some point,
Fallen into the oblivion that is sleep,
Sometime while I had sobbed,
Because I was startled
By a gentle hand
Touching my shoulder.
I screamed,
Whipped around,
And bit my tongue
Tasting the metallic sting
Of my blood.
I stared,
Open mouthed
At the boy standing by me.
It was the red-headed boy.
The one from the café.
The one who
Had seen past my makeup,
And saw the bruises,
That I had tried so hard
To hide.
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PoetryStory set in poetic form about a girl trying to get out of an abusive relationship and find love once again. This is all original, so please do not take it. It does have copyright