When I first met you, I lied to you and to myself. See, I was good at lying once. I told myself that if I lied and said I didn't have feelings for you I could run easier. I was always so good at running away from my problems. One day, I broke down and told you that I loved you. You smiled and said you loved me too. That was the moment I knew there was something here.
Since that day, all I think about is how beautiful that smile is, how I don't think I could live without seeing that smile again. Your eyes glow when it's been awhile since you've seen me. Your face emanates the hurt I cause when we fight. Your heart is mine, this I know, but for how long is the question that is always on my mind. How long before you decide you're tired of me, before you decide you want someone new, before you decide that life would be better off without me in it? When will you leave me like all the ones before?
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The Story of Us
PoetryThis is a story that holds more truth than fiction, written in verse and short stories.
