Zane.
Zane Lynch.You had a cigarette hanging out your month the first time I saw you.
Black leather jacket on even tho it was almost 80 degrees.
You almost always wore that jacket.
The only time I ever saw you with out it was when you were in my bed.Anyways I picked you.
I knew you were just as fucked up as me.
I knew you couldn't help me.
I didn't want you to.I just wanted a reason to jump.
So my dad won't blame himself
And Charlie won't think she could have helped.They will remember the times I came home hangover and crying over you.
I though you would want them to blame you.
So you could have a reason to jump to.
YOU ARE READING
Jump?
PoetryI'm sorry to tell you that this story does not have a happy ending. Because the reality of life is happy ending only happen in movies. *a short story about love and sucide*