the morning after, i made sure i heard you say goodbye to her before i came out of the door.
i tried to focus on not letting my emotions destroy us.
but how could i, when yours already did.
you were in your boxers lying on the sofa.
you never wear just your boxers to bed.
with all the sanity i had left, i tried to manifest a warm smile.
you stared blankly.
with all of my strength, i pushed my tears back and asked you what you'd like for breakfast.
you stared blankly at me.
with all the love i i had for you, i tried to give you a morning kiss.
you stared blankly at my stomach.
before i could move further,
your words paralyzed me.
get an abortion. i'll pay for it. it's for the best.
you walked away.
packed your bags.
went on tour.
hey joji,
what about me made you fell in love?
was it the same thing that made you fall out of love?
if it was, was it really love?
if it was, did we really know each other?
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p r e t e n d | Joji
Romancebecause there's always an "end" to every single game of pretend. ps. written in wannabe aesthetic style.