Dear Scott,
I wish that from my eyes would flow
The tears that you have caused
I wish that from my pen would stream
The words for how I feel
But I have dried up
No feelings left
Nor tears from my eyes shall fall
I wish there were
I wish they would
From my body
They’d flow away
You saw me there
I stood alone
You turned and walked away
I’m sorry Scott
But you promised me
A lie- nothing has changed
That’s the problem, my dearest
You say not what you feel
You say flat words
That lead me to doubt
That fill me with hard heavy pain
I carry it with me
This pain that fills my veins
This pain you’ve pulled into me
That’s taking over me
I wish it wouldn’t bother me
My constant enemy
I wish that I could walk away
My head as high as before
I’m willing to get hurt
I cannot tell you why
It may be the way
That we once were
That keeps me
Standing here
The promises you made me
They chain me to the ground
The ground before you
Cold and hard
I wish I wasn’t there
I hope and dream
That spring will come
Leaving these chains
To melt away
And either I will stand there
You wanting all of me
Or maybe I will walk away
Without you
Coming after me
Crossing my legs, I leaned forward to get comfortable in the over-sized armchair before a sports center marathon at Tyler’s. Tyler lived in an upstairs-downstairs duplex on the other side of the major road that ran through our square-mile town. For a duplex, it was surprisingly large and spacious; enough room for himself, his parents, and his uncle to live comfortably, without smothering each other.
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Dear Scott
Teen Fiction"Growing up around fairytales, Disney princesses and teen films, we are raised to believe that happy endings are always in store for us. But more often than not, reality sinks in, and the happy ending doesn't occur. Especially in high school. The ma...
