love,
my counselor was furious
when he found out about our meeting.
he said he was only disappointed,
but the glint in his eyes when he looked away
said otherwise.
i knew that look.
you gave me that look.
do you remember
when i gathered all of your full bottles
and threw them out the door?
you were furious with me,
but instead of looking away,
you were staring straight into my soul,
breaking me into bits slowly.
my heart could feel your anger.
my cheek could feel it too.
i shuddered at the memory.
the male in front of me asked
if anything had happened between us
the last time that i saw you.
i lied.
-yumi
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Short Storyi thought of you so i wrote you a letter [COMPLETED] warning: depression, mentions of abuse, alcoholism, overall angst