treat you better ☔︎ s.m

Chapter Two

Treat You Better
Chapter Two
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Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone, paint splattered teardrops on my shirt.

As I'm staring at the blank piece of paper I think of the girl not even a hundred feet away. Being neighbors with the Williams' had its pros and cons. We didn't have to walk far to see each other, but we did had terrible fights many times.

Told you I'd let them go, and that I'll fight my corner, maybe tonight I'll call ya, after my blood turns into alcohol, no I just wanna hold ya.

Give Me Love plays through the speakers of my phone as the pen starts to leave its mark on the paper. The words being left on the lines speak from my heart. My hand moves to the top of the page and titles it Roses.

Give a little time to me or burn this out, we'll play hide and seek to turn this around, all I want is the taste that your lips allow. Give me love like never before, 'cause lately I've been craving more, and it's been a while but I still feel the same.

I let the pen fall on the table as I stare blankly at the piece of paper. I contemplate ripping it up, but something at the back of my mind tells me to keep it. I get up from my seat and walk closer to the window by my bed as I hear voices. I look out of it and see Mia standing on her porch with Ben in front of her.

Maybe I should let you go, you know I'll fight my corner, and that tonight I'll call ya, after my blood is drowning in alcohol, no I just wanna hold ya.

He says something to which she laughs at, but the next thing he says her beautiful laugh turns to a frown in just a second. It makes me wonder why he would say something to turn such a wonderful noise to such a depressing thing as a frown.

Even as far from them as I am, I can see the look in her eyes and the expression on her face. Something only sadness can bring, something hurt has brought. I have seen the exact same look before and I had thought that would be the last time.

The song, still playing in the background as I watch the two, continues to tell a story of a man and a girl.

No matter how many times I try to look away from them, I just can't. My eyes can't leave the sight of them and seeing the way he treats her.

His hand reaches up and brushes strands of her hair from her eyes. Her eyes close and he leans in and kisses her. I see his other hand linger at the end of her back and edge their way toward her butt, except she pulls away from him and shakes her head with disgust. She says something to him and then she follows him to his car. My eyes follow them until they're out of sight before the sigh that I've held in is finally let out. So many love songs out there but nothing to match my mood.

A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain, a man may court a pretty girl, and perhaps be welcomed back again, but since it has so ought to be, by a time to rise and a time to fall, come fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all, goodnight and joy be with you all.

[Made June 26, 2016 - Rewritten June 3, 2018]