he still has those mile long lashes
and those eyes that looks like a storm is brewing in them
i know this body is still his
but it's not acting like him
he still has that messed up black hair
he puts a lot of effort in making it look like he woke up this way
naturally perfect
his lips are still the lips
i have kissed a million times
his fingers are so soft and rough at the same time
they make me want to cry
i hold his fingers in my hand
and cry into his black hair
which has now turned red
my eyes are level with his necklace with the guitar pick
i got that for him
for our one month
i cry harder because i lost my silver chain
that was the only thing he gave me
he use to cry into my hair
that cascaded down my back
and now i am crying into
his blood stained hair
YOU ARE READING
this is us
Short Storywe hold hands but never for too long we kiss but never in public he doesn't want to become one of those couples he just wants to be us so this is us •••••••••••••••• [lowercase intentional]
