Do you remember
That night we walked together?
I do.
The night was grey and
Tasted of stale crayons.
The smell of the moon
Hung in silver upon
Its velvety blankets
And the air felt thick
With sorrow.
You were confused that night.
About me, about us, or
Even the wink of the stars
Dangling above our heads.
It seems you found
How easily I could trust
For you snatched up any
Chance to tell me
Just how much you loved me.
The scene stains my memory
In a thick black tangle of
Nostalgia, reminding me of
Days when I knew I could be
Jubilant with you.
Do you remember our night?
I do, though I no longer
Understand why I still
Cherish it after you broke me.
The road was flawed ahead of us
as if it were made entirely of potholes.
It reflected our future
And how those flaws grew between us.
Through the soles of my feet,
I could feel that shards of glass you
Cast before me, and still, I chased you through them.
Do you remember your
Betrayal?
I do.
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A Collection of Short Stories and Poems
Historia CortaThe title basically says it all. This will be a collection of really short stories and poems I have made recently in a creative writing class as warm-ups, so just sit back and enjoy a few chapters of random things based off of random prompts. This...
