The Bad Ones

meeting you

hey,it's me
i'm here to tell you how i meet him.
remember that lonely night,i was strolling around the park with a cigarette in my hand,it was a really cold night,i was wearing my coat,sitting alone hoping i can escape from reality just for a moment.

i was getting up from that bench looking down wiping my tears,and felt something hitting my body.there he was with his black ripped jeans black sweater black beanie,black converse,and a black framed eyeglass to top it of.

"sorry" i said to him,he smiled to me and said "why are you crying?" as i wiped my tears again while he stare at my eyes,i ran from him,but with some hope that i will see him again.
got into my apartment and lock it right away,still tears are running down my face,i fell on the ground "i'm a mess,i'm broken" that's all i'm thinking.

5 minutes after that i was still sobbing and someone knocked my door. "who is it?!" i yelled from inside "is this grace staton's apartment?" a guy with a soft but deep voice.i opened the door,and there he is standing in front of my doorstep knowing my name,i looked at him with my swollen eyes as tears starts to run down my face again as he said "can i come in?" as i open the path for him.i asked him"who are you?" and with that same smile again he answered "i'm tony,i know you because i asked your neighbor your name and your apartment number,i ran after you cause i feel that you need someone you need help,and i want you to tell me your story" after he said that i have the feeling to laugh at his face cause he sound so innocent,"i don't know you i can't tell you" i said, "yes you do i just introduced myself to you,and i'm not asking you to tell me,i'm forcing you,lady!"

somehow i was kinda shook for someone i just met,i barely even knew,he talk to me like he has known me forever,but i don't know what's got into me but i need help so i tell him my problem.

"i'm alone,i don't know what is wrong with me,i'm broken,i'm a mess i'm desperate,i don't know what to do!i don't know why i'm crying like shit,i don't know!i feel like i've carried so much weight and i can't help it anymore it hurts so much,i've kept a lot of shit to myself,and i can't help it anymore,i have so many fucking problems but no one wants to listen,sometimes they just want to know,but they don't care,i don't trust anyone anymore,i shouldn't even tell you this but i just can't help it you're the only one here,i don't care if i'm dumb for telling some random person my life,i just need to let it all out" and all the tears showed up,as he hugged me.

(to be continued)