he was your
best friend.
yet you looked
like
e n e m i e s
as you
f o u g h t
in the open.
thrashing against
each other.
and it was
all my fault.
the only thing keeping the tears
at bay
was the fact
that
i promised you
that i wouldn't cry.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
