They say that it was an accident.
That you were on your phone while crossing the street, and you didn't see the car coming towards you.
Even though they claim that's the truth, I can't help but think otherwise.
Did you run in front of the car Jane?
I wish you were here to answer this question.
I guess if you were here, I wouldn't be asking the questions.
Here I am, dressed in black, on the floor in my bedroom
Crying with terrible thoughts surrounding my head.
I wish I never met you,
So you wouldn't do this, so I wouldn't hurt so much.
I drown out the world with music blasting from my speakers and water running down my cheeks.
-
YOU ARE READING
Ribbons
PoesíaA story about a broken girl who wears ribbons and a boy who tries to pick up the pieces