“How are you?”I asked
I’m okay I guess and you?
“To be honest I’m not okay, I’m far from that”
Why are you saying that?
“The way you act, the way you talk…you changed and I doubt you aware of that”
Changed how? I’m still the same girl, just because I wasn’t all happy for a few days doesn’t mean I changed towards you, I got my own issues to deal with.
“I know that but you don’t talk to me about them, you don’t call, I should be your shoulder to cry on, the only person you’d talk to about your troubles and I should comfort you babe.”
And she kept quiet…said no words for a few seconds…so I continued.
“Is there someone else? If there is then tell me so that I can leave you guys alone and you’ll be happy in peace than to pretend that you love me while you don’t anymore…so?”
Are you crazy? I promised to love you, why would I cheat
“You promised? It only takes a second for a promise to be broken, for a promise to become just a word said by a person who was drunk in love, for a promise to just be a memory”
“Wow, okay I don’t know what you want from me anymore.” She replied
I took a deep breath and answered…
“I want you to love me the way you did before, the way you did the first time we kissed, the first time we made love, when we touched skins, when you felt my touch on your thighs, your breasts, my lips on your neck, I want to be stress free again, I want you to be my happy place, I want to run away from the world…to you…not to run away from you to the world…it’s not a safe place to live in…I want you baby…love me back, please…”
And she was silent…until I heard her starting to sound softer as if she was crying,
We had an emotional moment that night.
“Now you know what I want, you’ll text me once you’ve taken your decision…I love you.”
I hung up.
As much as it took words
To bring “us” to life
It takes words to heal “us”
And it will take words to kill “us”
_f.p
As I laid on my bed waiting to get a text or phone call from her,
I ended up sleeping without receiving anything from her…
I guess that was the end of us then.
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THE LOST LETTER
Poetry"The lost letter" (continuation of I am not to blame) book Written to show the issues that some teenagers fight On a daily basis, divorced parents, losing a parent Depression, and loneliness In a form of a letter.It's written to let them know That...