sometimes i think that you’re coming towards me but then you turn and you walk to her and only then am i reminded that you didn’t actually rip my heart out.
no, you just twisted it and you keep twisting it.
it hurts.
YOU ARE READING
obruent
Short Story"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]
