brooklyn
bradley knew me better
than myself and i hated
how every word out of
his mouth was the truth.
it was the friday following
the past one where i saw
you and your face still
followed me, as if you
were etched into the back
of my mind, making it
impossible to ever leave
my thoughts.
i wasn’t able to look
you in the eye because
every time my eyes met
yours eyes, my insides
squished together and
turned to a gooey mush.
i was torn between
wanting to jump and hug
you senseless and yelling
allowing you to receive
every emotion i built up
once you walked away and
torn every stitch.
tilting my head to the side
i eyed my canvas,
my teeth nibbling the outer
part of my lip as i inspected
my work.
this one was different than
the latest ones but similar
to the ones in the beginning.
the recent ones with
captivating eyes with fire
burning in hatred;
the oldest ones with
eyes shining bright radiating
nothing but love.
this canvas shared the same
paint with the old,
two piercing blue eyes
filled with admiration
and something else,
something i just couldn’t
touch.
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maybe, someday
Romance❝Perhaps we'll meet again when we're better for each other.❞ © tilmorning. The fourth and final installment, following the stories: 'something' , 'where we fell' , and 'intoxicated'.
