owen
you should know by now I am good at running
its the only way I knew how to survive the punches, insults and rejection
One stained with mud oozing with brown rainwater converse
pounding on the black melted highway.
each foot setting me farther and farther
the weather not even phasing me
the fact that I am leaving little clues for you
just to realize
that I am
at my
wits
end
Lily
YOU ARE READING
Old jeans
Short StoryPoetry. And Letters. Prose. "You know when old jeans no longer have that new feeling and you hate them? Just like old love." - Lily Lily is a girl that has her heart crushed like throwing away your favorite jeans. These are love letters that he nev...
