you suddenly asked me-
do you have problems?
why did you care all of a sudden?
i asked you: why?
you said: nothing, if you have you can open up with me.
i told you what it was,
you knew i was doing open wounds
and said: damn
you told me i should stop it,
i asked you what did you think of me
you said: you are you. punch in a bag, me and my brother's battling with life and you...
i know, you were sick and still
but it was my alternative
i insisted and said: if life just can exchange with others who need it the most, i already did
you said: shut up! you talk like there's no good in your life
YOU ARE READING
hunter ▸ book one
Poetryfrom like to love to hate then start at the beginning again, it was like a cycle, a cycle that i wanted to end yet i can't because i love the every edge of his imperfections, and his perfect flaws [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #48 | short story...