and you let her go (part 3 of 4)

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nick p.o.v

oh, shit shit shit shit shit!

shit!

fuck, ive screwed up badly.i let my curiousity get the better of me, and I decided to watch the meeting.all I saw was her, talking about me and how much she needs me . she'll never leave the home at this rate.

huh, I sound like im trying to push her away.but if I keep her from a better life, im selfish. im selfish and arrogant.im a freak.

i try to put my thoughts in order, and I decide to get a pen and write it all down.shockingly, it turns into a poem.

keeping her with me. (sorry if this poem sucks, im not edgar allen poe)

im keeping her with me,
I now know why,
because without her im empty inside.
her smile,
her laugh,
her hair,
her lips,
all of it gives me eternal bliss.
but she isnt in heaven, whilst im near.
her surroundings imperfect,
her life astray,
but I cannot stand to send her away.

I must let her go, as much as its upsetting,
Ill wake up wih bruises ill remember getting,
ill be lonely and tired, but ill be whole,
if the life that she lives is as bright as her soul.

when I read it over, I get an idea.i cant talk wihout stuttering in front of mickayla, but if she gets fostered, I can give this to her to explain it all.

'god, this is so painful' says my conscience
what?
'you are letting this woman go, why?'
because I love her too much.she deserves better than me.
'you are believing your own lies.remember that'

and I heard nothing from my conscience again.

micki p.o.v

"h-h-hey, m-m-micki.mark, and the parents are deciding on fostering y-y-you.they want to s-s-see you"he stutters even worse than before.

I walk towards nick and I see his eyeliner, smudged and wet, his bags under his eyes were worse than I thought.i kissed him.

but he didnt kiss back.he just let me kiss him.

what is wrong with you? I scream inside my head, looking at nicks closed eyes.

he pulls away, and leaves a crack in my heart.

"get going"he said, no care in his voice at all.

I leave him in the hallway, standing there like the insolent bastard he is.

why? why, nick?

(A/N) awwww snap! shits hitting the fan harder than a bronco bull.i apologize if anyone fell asleep at my shitty poem.

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