"Do you think I care?
Are you delusional?
Are you out of your mind?
You seem to live in a fantasy world,
well I am sorry (not so sorry) to break to you,
but the thing is...
I don't even like you."- with an evil smirk and a sarcastic voice.
"But I thought...."- your voice breaks.
"Oh honey, I don't care what you think, you are nothing to me tbh."-with the most means voice.
"I'm sorry...."- you say, as you feel a small crack...
"For what?! For believe that I would actually like you!
Hahaha I can't believe you feel for it, all along.
You really are stupid"
*laughs more harder*
"I...-"- you try to say something as you are holding up the tears, but you get interrupted.
"Stop embarrassing yourself further,
it's only gonna get worse for you,
and more hilarious for me"-says with a cold glare and still an evil smirk.
Then a crack,
much louder than expected,
there it goes again,
another heart crack.
Another piece broken of yours,
and you touch your chest,
to keep it together.
"Ohh does it hurt?
Like if I care, you like bitch!"
You get pushed,
and then another crack,
a bigger, more louder one.
"Later freak..."-laughs maniacally and leaves
And you are left with a broken heart,
hanging
on a barely sustainable string of hope.
You start to cry silently,
as your feel the pain,
that still remains.
"What did you expect?
He is a fuckboy after all...
couldn't expect any less"
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of the Broken
Ficção AdolescenteJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
