june 22nd, 2017
she called me cute and she tangled her fingers with mine, she pushed the hair away from my face and kissed my forehead.
she made me smile. she told me i was crazy.
i loved that moment we rode in the car, sunlight shining on fields, music in the background, us talking about the simple things.
we sat at that intersection and the way she looked at me. god, the way she looked at me. it was as if i was a fire and she was bewildered by it. by me.
she wanted to hold my hand. she wanted to kiss me.
i almost let her.
it's too late now. she didn't want to hurt me. she said there's too much. she said
we should just be friends.
and my heart broke. i don't think she understood that. i don't think she understands that she was the only light
in my life in that moment.
and still is. but now she's
gone and i'm hurt. and i feel as if
it was all a trick. all a game. all revenge
all a play. not really love, not really
feelings. not really
anything. except a
lie.
