Anna's POV
I need to get out of this house.
The crooked pictures.
The broken bottles.
The worn out furniture.
My mother and her boyfriend.
I need to smile again.
I need to see the sun and feel the warmth.
I need to see the wonder in the sky.
I stand there in front of my house.
It's old.
The paint mocking me as it peels off.
The trees dead as if the alcohol from the house
Sunk into the ground and poisoned it.
I need to get out of here.
I walk inside, bracing myself from the stench
Of tobacco and beer.
I pack my bag.
Walk out of the house.
Stop.
Turn around.
I don't know why.
I couldn't help myself.
I picked up a rock and threw at the house.
I dropped my suitcase
I did it over and over again.
I couldn't stop.
I didn't want to stop.
The house just stood there.
I wanted it gone.
I needed it gone.
The memories.
The pain.
The heart break.
The memories are haunting me.
Ghosts that won't go away.
Go away.
GO AWAY.
Please.
Just let me go.
I walk away from the house.
I don't look back.
I needed to get out of that house.
I want to find Kyle.
The last he said before he left was that Nashville was too country.
He wanted to pursue music.
His weathered guitar.
Where would you go if you needed a new life. A new identity. A place where you were nothing until you become something.
Los Angeles.
I grabbed the keys to my chevy.
I'm
I
Finally
Feel
Free
Relieved
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Goodbye
PoetryAn atypical love story written in poems. What happens when love is torn apart when Kyle suddenly leaves Anna, a girl with her own troubled past? Will he come back? Will they move on? Will they ever forgive each other?
