brooklyn
i stood outside the old coffee shop
on the corner where we first crossed paths
four weeks ago.
it was now thirteen days since we had lunch
and your moms house.
for twelve long days i thought hard over
what has become of you and i.
i refuse to say us , because there is no us,
never was an us.
always just you and i.
my brother was right, yet i wanted and
fought to think and see otherwise.
fighting to see past everything and
your dark eyes,
because i thought it was better to believe
we were someone new
rather than the same old people who
spit on each other's faces.
hoping we were someone
who could start over
but then i realized that's too good
to be true,
because i'm still me and you're still
you,
and although i've changed my hair
and the way i carry myself i'm still
that scared girl cupping her cheek on the
tower,
and crying herself to sleep on a raggedy
mattress with a purple cheek and vodka
in her hand.
YOU ARE READING
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'.
