And Then She Dies| ✅ [#WATTYS2017]

08| When Will She Fall

  I ran home quickly,

 tears running down my unclear skin. 

Tears getting clogged in my huge pores. 

I stop and slouch down in front of my house. 

The friendly smell of pollen filling my nose. 

'He walks past me and I cry harder.

I feel him watch me. 

"Why?" 

I look up,

 eyes puffy, 

wet, 

ugly. 

Tears roll slowly down his face,

 and I stand up. 

Tugging on my sleeves.

 Hiding my battle scars.

 "What did I do? Why won't you talk to me?" 

I put my arms on his shoulders,

 his head hangs low. 

I lift it up slowly,

 soft skin compared to my clammy flesh.

 I let our noses touch,

 my toes aching from putting my weight on them. 

my oversized weight.

"Why do you keep on hurting me?" 

He pulls away, 

but I grab his wrist before he can leave me. 

"Listen to me."  '

At least in my imagination, I held him close.

 Out eyes meet as he passes me. 

Imagination was better than reality.

 The outside had to look better than the in. 

That's the way it was. 

It worked that way. 

I'd never been good enough on the inside anyways,

not like I was any better on the outside.