It's been two weeks
since we spoke,
but I swore it felt
like eternity.
It devastates my heart more
knowing she had finally let me;
In return,
I lived up to
the jerk nickname
she jokingly gave me.
"You jerk."
Everything I saw
had no color.
Life became dull
without her.
I've been walking the darkness
with her as my light;
Now that the light gave out,
everything we accomplished
got lost.
Hopeless.
Without.
Her.
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Aesthetic
Short StoryEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story
