your eyes bored into mine,
fighting, as we both stared
not wanting to break before
the other.
you sighed loudly and rubbed
the stubble on the side of your
chin, opening your mouth to
say something but closed it
instead and turned on your heel.
you didn’t bother to say a word
not even a goodbye.
i would’ve fought you for
hours
but in the end,
i wasn’t worth fighting
for.
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Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
