It's always the same. He always leaves me the same. I can never begin to explain what his lips do to me. I never want to stop feeling the echo of his name against my bones. But it'll always end like this. I keep leaving because he lets me. He doesn't need me as much as I need him. He never will.
I keep going home, lying about where I've been. Getting beaten up and screamed at Crying for hours. Until it stops hurting so damn much. And then finally, as the tears leave my red-strimmed eyes. I read. Because time makes me miss him. And reading makes me escape time.
YOU ARE READING
at last solved
PoesíaAs if the whole world would shatter because of my thoughts. Solved at last
