i became more bitter
and sad
as he became more
and more distant.
i tried to explain how i felt
but all that came out were tears
and accusations
and repetition
and hurt
and hurt
and hurt.
before, we spent a lot of time on the backroads.
not really sure if we were headed in the right direction.
but we agreed that the scenery was worth it.
I felt as if nothing else in the world mattered
Except the two of us.
we spent a night watching the
thunderstorm in his '65 Mustang,
which was his fathers.
he wrapped his arm around me tight
and he wouldn't let me leave until it stopped raining.
i didn't mind though
because i didn't leave when it did anyways.
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FanfictionThis is the first short story in poetry type form or whatever I've written. I don't know what makes this one so different from all the rest, but read on if you please.