and my god, I still remember that day; how your eyebrows furrowed and your jaw clenched when you was mad and how your nostrils flared in rage, eyes watering knowing you was about to cry. You shoved your face into the side of my neck sobbing as I held you.
I let out a shaky sigh of knowing I could finally hold you again. To feel your warmth against my skin again and my god.
I hated the days when you would scream in my face and when you pushed me away like I was nothing to you. Nothing to you because I said told you that we should only stay friends.
To think back now, a sudden realization occurred to me, that was when you told me that you should've never fallen in love with me.
Maybe I was never good at listening and that's the reason why I'm so heart broken about it now.
So damnit, I know its too late now and all I wish is for you is to hold me again. For me to kiss you so hard that my teeth scrape against your own and for us to touch in a way that's not so romantic either.
I remember praying to the god above me everyday that year hoping my heart wouldn't betray me again, but now I'm lying with the words slurring from my mouth and fumbling into a sentences that people call poetry as I tell myself how much I still feel about you.
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THIS WAS A FANTASY I HAD THOUGHT OF WITH A BOY WHO RUINED ME.I kept this for akratics because you loved this so much & I love you for that.
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PoetryHIGHEST RANK: #16 PROSEPOETRY #9 POETRYPROSE You wasn't the first to break my heart © 2015, motelflowers All rights reserved. Please, do not steal my work. Completed. 2015 - 2017