brooklyn
"you need to stop hating yourself,"
i said crossing my arms.
you leaned against the
railing with a flabbergasted
expression.
your gaze was towards me
however i knew your attention
was solely on the waves crashing
and retreating back out to sea.
you were trying to focus
on anything but me;
something you always did
when you heard things that
you didn't want to hear –
when you were struck with
the arrow in the back of the
head reminding you of reality
and tearing you away
from your fantasy within
your mind.
"you're dwelling too much on the past,"
i say then pause, silently laughing
at myself; repeating the same
words i've heard so often from my
brother and friends.
"you need to let go and stop
blaming yourself, sure you screwed up,"
i through my hands in the air,
"you fucked up really,
but you need to stop hating yourself."
you shook your head and looked
down at your shoes, resting your
head on your arms.
"i don't hate myself."
"lie."
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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'.
