Oct 07, 2022 17:43
i can’t seem to shake the feeling you left me with last night. it was heartbreak, i would know.
“how bothered would you be if i told you im not coming tomorrow?”
you told me to say something in your broken, scared voice. you were a lost child for a second. yet all my body could do was keep walking, although i fell numb.
you know how we always said we wished the walk back home was longer, and that we should walk slower next time? my street felt like it went on forever, or perhaps we did finally slow our pace this once.
i remember the wind drying my tears, and for the first time not wanting to hide it. i wanted to see how much you hurt me, because it wasn’t fair.
why won’t you come to my art show? i asked you time and time again. your expressive hands shook like i’d never seen them.
“i need to stop running away from these things,” you said. and you were right. this is your shot at confronting your fears. take it.
i know you said you’d still come after we talked about it but something in me broke last night and i can’t give you instructions on how to fix it. because i don’t know how.
i don’t want to go to my own show tonight. and now i don’t want to see you either. but i have to.
sad,
heartbreak,
shitty prose,
i never really had the guts to hate your