picture this dear reader :
in a small room in a small town lies a girl in the bed with her ex boyfriend. he's sleeping soundly, his snores quiet and peaceful, but the girl is wide awake. she is still in love with him, and he is in love with the thought of her.
beneath the sheets, in the light of the tv screen, the girl has a conversation with herself.
can't we stay here a little longer?
no my love, we never should have ended back here in the first place
a tear falls from her cheek, staining the grey comforter on which the girl and her ex lover had slept on for months.
but i love him.
i love him too. but we don't belong here anymore.
another tear.
10 more seconds.
the girl turns around, and traces a heart on his back. he's fast asleep, like he always was. little does he know she's saying goodbye for the last time.
with this, she stands up, gathers her things as quietly as possible, and she slips out the door. never to be seen in that small, comfortable, echoing bedroom again.
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
