• what...
what happened...
roo? •
she sputtered;
tears clawing at her eyes
like they were holding on for dear life.
• i don't know;
tiff.
i just don't know. •
and as she trembled against my shoulder;
when i buried my swollen eyes in her hair;
i couldn't help but allow
that asshole of a voice in my head to scream
'but you do know;
roo;
don't you?'
and maybe i did.
maybe i did know
that he'd been walking home alone;
pulled back by the wind
and the rain
and the possible thought that i would leave
before he got home.
maybe i did know
that what he was holding against his chest
to keep safe from his storm
fell out of reach;
where he knew he could not go.
and maybe i did know
and know now
he just might not come back.
but i don't want to know.
i don't want to know.
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shaded wings
Poesiaher wings would bloom when the pencil drew shades of black and white and tare into two when her body flew into the camouflage of night her heart was sewn to anyone but her own forgetting to love herself but there's a boy that knows his love for he...
