You called me
At 2 in the morning.
How you got my number?
Still a mystery.
Music was blasting from behind.
You were at a party.
You texted me the address.
You told me to pick you up.
Your voice slurred.
Baby, you were drunk.
You were a mess when I saw you
A beautifully crafted mess.
You threw you arms on me.
I was taken aback.
You whispered,
"Take me home. Take me to the place a soul finds its peace."
Then you fell unconscious.
I left you at your porch.
And I prayed you are alright.
YOU ARE READING
Holding onto you
Short StoryBut baby I wasn't supposed to love you this much. I wasn't supposed to know you from this close. You were supposed to stay far away. I thought you were one of those cool kids. Sweet but tough. Up close you are cold. Broken beyond repair. I couldn...
