"I still wake with your name on my lips every morning." ~ Melina Marchetta
You hold her hand as you walk along
the corridors.
Whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
They call you the golden couple.
High school sweethearts they say.
Do you remember?
Do you remember logan.
When they called us that.
Told us we would be together forever.
What a fucking joke.
But you know the biggest fucking lie of
them all?
I believed them.
I truly believed them.
Fuck you.
Fuck us.
Fuck it all.
I can't even convince myself anymore,
of what is real and what is not.
Lying to myself,
the only solution.
You always told me I was a bad liar.
I guess your right.
I know it will be soon now.
The clock is ticking faster.
I wonder,
If you can feel the time escaping,
the minutes ticking down.
the time is almost gone.
The witching hour,
the close is upon us.
I suppose you don't.
You don't notice much of anything
anymore.
Just her.
Only her.
-Delilah
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a tragedy of some kind
General FictionP.S. I wish I never loved you. Oh how I wish -Delilah He burned like the sun, blazing from the tips of her fingers to her toes. He was like a weed that entangled her obtruding ribcage, intertwining her lungs, drawing out every ounce of breathe. She...
