Lefty's ✓

seventeen.

August

I've been telling myself she was never worth the heartbreak. What's worse is that it took me this long to realize that. I had spent days drowning in thoughts of her over and over again just to jump back into the water. Loving her was a mistake I can never come back from. Bouncing back is as hard as jumping on concrete. Her heart is stone and I was too stupid to think I could melt it. But how could I have changed anything that happened? She knew what she was doing while she was doing it. It didn't matter who I was or what I felt; to her I was just another guy to mess with.

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Ever since I was a kid, I had wanted to be a super hero. Being able to fly has always been a dream of mine. I guess that's translated into my life now as an- almost- adult. Seeing someone in peril hurts me almost as much as it hurts them. My heart breaks seeing painful tears fall from an innocent face. Humans don't deserve to be treated how they are. The bad part is that we're the ones that treat ourselves that way. We're the ones who harm each other to no end and still wonder why. Why do we deserve to feel this way?

Seeing her hurting, no matter how many times she denied it, made me want to help her. My inner superhero thought I could save her. The life she'd been thrown into symbolized a building she'd been pushed off of. My hope was that I could fly up to the sky and grab her before it was too late. Her plan on the other hand wasn't to let me grab her; she didn't want to be saved. Instead, she pushed me away and fell, and fell, and fell until there was no more air between her and the ground. The cold cement was too hard for her fragile body to bounce off of and it broke her. Just like she broke me.