One for me [Lie]
“But I really loved him!” The boy said, as steadily as he could, interrupted every now and then by hiccups.
“I know... I know…” He murmured, softly, gently.
“I don’t want to hurt anymore.” The boy began sobbing again.
It had been 3 weeks.
Three weeks of bitter questions, dull aching, and pleas for the pain to cease.
21 days.
Crying and fighting back the tears
Repeatedly for days
The first week had been the painful denial. Escapism.
Week two was self-doubt. “What does he have that I don’t?”
Week three was coming to terms with it all, feeling the full brunt of the blow to his fragile heart.
Tonight marked the start of week four.
And with week four, came the drunken confession - “I want to fall in love again.”
He thought he heard wrongly.
“I want to fall in love again.” The boy repeated, staring at his empty wine glass, with remnant stains of red on the sides.
Destroyed but not destroyed yet
Thinking of becoming stronger
“It won’t hurt next time, right?”
He looked at the older boy, unsure of what to say. Instead, he chose to focus on supporting him, making sure he didn’t crumble along the sidewalk.
“It won’t hurt as much next time, right?”
“Jinki…”
“If I can pick myself up this time, it won’t hurt as much the next time.” The boy spoke to himself. “I know it won’t.”
The boy gestured at the sidewalk, and obligingly, he stumbled to the side with him, taking extra care to sit him down properly before taking his place by his side.
“But for now, I just want to cry. Can I?” The boy asked, through lidded eyes.
He nodded silently.
“It won’t hurt so much next time…” He heard the boy mumble, as he felt the liquid soak his shirt sleeve.
“Cry it all out… It’ll be fine. Tomorrow, it’ll all be fine.”
Crying and more crying
Tomorrow will be better
He stayed like this, silently, feeling his shirt grow wetter by the minute.
And if you still need to cry tomorrow
Even if it isn’t fine tomorrow
I’ll still be here
I’ll be here
Everyday, until you forget it all
Until you forget the hurt
Until your scar heals
And maybe, when you’re ready to love again
Maybe I’ll be the one for you
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because i need closure. i guess we all do at some point, or another. and last night was my point in time.
some days, we just want to cry. and its ok to cry sometimes.
“I know... I know…” He murmured, softly, gently.
“I don’t want to hurt anymore.” The boy began sobbing again.
It had been 3 weeks.
Three weeks of bitter questions, dull aching, and pleas for the pain to cease.
21 days.
Crying and fighting back the tears
Repeatedly for days
The first week had been the painful denial. Escapism.
Week two was self-doubt. “What does he have that I don’t?”
Week three was coming to terms with it all, feeling the full brunt of the blow to his fragile heart.
Tonight marked the start of week four.
And with week four, came the drunken confession - “I want to fall in love again.”
He thought he heard wrongly.
“I want to fall in love again.” The boy repeated, staring at his empty wine glass, with remnant stains of red on the sides.
Destroyed but not destroyed yet
Thinking of becoming stronger
“It won’t hurt next time, right?”
He looked at the older boy, unsure of what to say. Instead, he chose to focus on supporting him, making sure he didn’t crumble along the sidewalk.
“It won’t hurt as much next time, right?”
“Jinki…”
“If I can pick myself up this time, it won’t hurt as much the next time.” The boy spoke to himself. “I know it won’t.”
The boy gestured at the sidewalk, and obligingly, he stumbled to the side with him, taking extra care to sit him down properly before taking his place by his side.
“But for now, I just want to cry. Can I?” The boy asked, through lidded eyes.
He nodded silently.
“It won’t hurt so much next time…” He heard the boy mumble, as he felt the liquid soak his shirt sleeve.
“Cry it all out… It’ll be fine. Tomorrow, it’ll all be fine.”
Crying and more crying
Tomorrow will be better
He stayed like this, silently, feeling his shirt grow wetter by the minute.
And if you still need to cry tomorrow
Even if it isn’t fine tomorrow
I’ll still be here
I’ll be here
Everyday, until you forget it all
Until you forget the hurt
Until your scar heals
And maybe, when you’re ready to love again
Maybe I’ll be the one for you
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because i need closure. i guess we all do at some point, or another. and last night was my point in time.
some days, we just want to cry. and its ok to cry sometimes.