'Tonight I travel. I wander the streets aimlessly. Hitch rides from anyone. Go wherever my feet wish. Tonight is the night I face my fear. My feet carry me to a building. I don't go inside because instead, I slowly climb over 60 flights of rusty metal stairs. And I stop, at the top of the stairs. I stop. And stare fearfully at the ledge. Slowly, my feet start to drag me. I reach the edge, and slowly put down my umbrella. And achingly slow, I place my hands on the cement ledge.
After 4 years, I still picture our first kiss and date on this very roof. Your hand still haunts mine where it rested in this very spot. The fireworks are like flashbacks, all at once. You were the one. The one to fix me, then destroy me worse than I ever was. And I'll be eternally grateful.'
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Aesthetic Writings
PoetryJust aesthetic writings of all kinds. Inspired by aesthetics.
