Vanessa
Meeting you at the park everyday was my release,
Your interest in my thoughts and opinions was refreshing,
Even though I push people away, because I was scared, I wanted to keep you as close and possible.
You made me neither pressured, nor worried, but at ease.
This one time I fucked up bad.
I was overthinking everything.
'What if you're just using me'
'Maybe you're just doing this to hurt me'
Thoughts consumed my mind for
Hours, I thought it would be best if I left you at the park. I wanted you to feel how I was feeling. Sad.
YOU ARE READING
evanescent • c.h
Fanfiction[ev-uh-nes-uh nt] adjective 1. passing out of sight; fading away; vanishing.
