“what happened?” i ask, my throat raw from seeing him cry. my throat begin to clog, because my heart is clouding at seeing someone i love so confident, fall into such a dark pit with eyes flooded with sorrow.
“that’s not what i am here for.” he says, his eyes crinkling with more tears falling from his eyes. he turns away from the balcony. i take a careful step forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“i need you to make me forget.” he whispers, his body shaking underneath mine as he wrap his arms tightly around my waist. his breath was warm, uneven.
“what is it that you want to forget?” i can hear my own voice quiver as tears began to spill from my eyes. i know it's coming, not the pain, but our finishing line. it's red–not bright enough to warn me.
“do you remember what it felt like to lose her?” his voice cracked, his arms gripping on my shirt. i shook my head, my heart gaining pounds till it reaches my feet. i wrap my arms tighter around his neck, like as though it could keep our hearts closer than it can be, but that's the tragedy. he's still in love with someone who went away too soon, and he can't move on, even if it's with me.
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vertigo; #wattys2018
Poetrythis is for you; i don't shout my poetry off rooftops anymore because i think the world heard me it's been four years since i began writing this book on scraps of paper and receipts so go ahead; read me [lower case intended] [tw for some] [all writ...
