Him: where are you going?
Her: I'm leaving
Him: why?
Her: what do you mean why?
She said still packing her things
Him: Hey, Hey, Hey, whatever it is I've done this time I'm sorry
Her face puckered like that of a child about to cry,
Her: you've done nothing
She replied still packing,
Him: then why are you leaving?
Her: because this is something I should have done a long time ago
Him: Hey, let's talk about this,
Her: there's nothing to talk about
Him: just look at me,
Him: please stop what you're doing and just look at me,
He said pulling at her arm,
Her: STOP
she yelled
Her: JUST STOP
she yelled again as she turned to face him
Him: where's all this coming from?
Her: where's all this coming from?
She repeated mockingly as tears trickled down her cheek,
She turned back and continued packing,
Him: whatever it is I promise we........
Her: stop with your promises
She yelled cutting him short,
Her: very recently I've replayed our story like a movie in my head and each time I think the movie is getting to the good parts, it just stops and I never know how it ends,
Her: people look at me and all they see are your broken promises plastered around my body like a sick person wearing bandages hoping to recover from a wound that never heals,
Trying to stop the tears that was now pouring down her cheeks, she used the cloth in her hands and wiped her face,
Her: so what this is, is me not replaying our story in my head like a movie that I have no idea how it ends.
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
