o h d e a r
"hey, avery, mah babe."
"you're drunk, mah boob."
"boobies."
hey hey, isn't this such a fun thing?
maybe i don't regret saying the three word eight letter phrase at all, i knew it. i didn't regret the words that came from the heart.
as i spent more time with you, i started to see the other face of the fire. the fire within you, despite your cold heart and eyes.
tell me, can you fight fire with fire? no, that's foolish.
you can fight the fire with fire when the other fire is cold, which doesn't make any sense at all. why not fight fire with water?
because water makes fire wilder.
"avery, you look pretty."
"gabe, you look pretty too."
"not as pretty as you."
my dear, you need to know that you can stop the fire yourself. stop looking at her, that's the first.
but i'm glad how OK the day with you seemed, i mean- the way you ignored her, straining yourself and all that.
i'm proud, gabe.
you could finally swindle yourself with diamonds and gems instead of skipping stones.
oh dear, finally. i'm within your reach now.
Honestly,
The girl suspiciously thinking.
YOU ARE READING
Oh dear
Poetry"maybe it was you and i, not we and us." in which she falls inlove, and she gets tricked by the illusions and thoughts of it. one sick delusional story, without true love.
