rooftop {p.jm}

6.

and so i pulled myself
away from the edge
and walked towards her.

i extended my arms
and wrapped them
around her waist
pulling her back,
careful to not put my weight forward
but backwards,
so we both won't fall
down to our deaths.

"don't touch me!"
but i still had my arms
wrapped around her waist.

our faces were inches away,
and i can feel her hitched breath on me.
i studied her face,
the big sweet eyes
that contained both
anger and fear
the same look i had
when i saw her with someone else.

my eyes trailed to her lips,
they were plump,
it reminded me of mine.

"don't you dare kiss me!"
and i leaned in.

i wanted her to know that
someone out there
cares for her existence
and that someone
is actually me.

it's funny how
i was about
to throw myself away
because i felt lonely
and yet i'm here trying
to reassure her.

"i fucking hate you."
and she pushed me away.
after that i saw her
at the rooftop
every single day.