One day she comes home late at night
My panic and anxiety manifests in anger and confusion
She flippantly flips her hair saying she went exploring
Exploring
I can feel the foreign touch on her body
The foreign feigned feckless love and affection
It's a lot easier to show someone you're angry than tell them you're hurt
I know I'm very hard to talk to
I know I'm not expressive in my emotions
But I'm just as broken as she is
"Go fuck your self," I say viciously holding back my anger
She gazes at me through her shimmering brown eyes
Shock and bewilderment radiating from her face
"Go. Fuck. Your. Self," I emphasis my voice low and chilly
She runs out of the room tears threatening to erupt
She spends the night with a foreign touch on her skin
When she comes back I pretend I haven't been trying to put my splintered heart back together
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L O L I T A ' S National Anthem (COMPLETED ✔️)
Short StoryLolita - noun ❝ A sexually precocious young girl ❞ National Anthem - noun ❝ A rousing or uplifting song identified with a particular group, body, or cause❞ Because there's nothing more dangerous, thrilling and heart wrenching than being a narcissist...
