FIRST TIME
The first time I met him,
I was sitting on a park bench
He came over and sat beside me
No words were spoken until he said hello
With a big-toothed smile.
I mumbled a hello.
And then it was silent.
I didn't want us to be close
In anyway,
I didn't want to get hurt again.
I didn't need to get hurt again.
He looked like someone who would hurt my heart,
Just like everyone else.
So instead of carrying a conversation
With him on that bench,
I got up and ran
And I never planned
On returning to that bench
Ever again.
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-xo natalie
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different | h.s
Short Story"Why do you even like me?" I whispered barely audible. "Because you're different, and I like different," He answered. Different | Harry Styles © 2015 | all rights reserved. @njhvibes
