that one day when we were talking.
breaking pencils and crying our eyes out.
smiling through the pain and using a metaphor to take us through.
"just write a thing you wish could go away on this pencil and snap it in half." you said.
I didnt question it. why would I?
I didnt show you what was on my pencil because I was afraid of the judgement.
I just snapped it. easy as that.
I thought of the chesiest thing I could ever imagine that day.
"why not write that one thing on the pencil that is the easiest to break?"
glass?
plastic?
my heart.
i handed you my pencil. when I handed it to you you didn't snap it. and you still havent broken it, but it is chipped, the eraser is gone, and it has been used. but you still have that pencil and it is definitely not in half.
12.28.14
YOU ARE READING
dont.
Humorthings that tick me off and make me pissed. stories about my life and how much you're missed. [random stories and rants.]
