"I don't want you to tell me promises anymore because they're hopeless," I told you.
"How do you say I can't keep them?"
"Because promises are unpromising. You can tell me you'll love me forever, but the future is undecided," I supposed. "Besides, I don't know what we're becoming."
You didn't know what you're becoming.
Neither did I.
Day after day, all I knew is that we became the persons to break each other's spirits by having contrasting ways on how not to love people the way we know how to love, but to love people the way they have to be loved.
You and I became impurities of this solid earth,
Standing over shallow graves,
Laughing at our murdered hearts.
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a certain slant of light | completed;
Short Storypeople will always tell that there are tons of horrors in the dark, yet you braved to love my shadows. april 2020 © reichelle torres
