My head rampaged all out and weakened my current state. As I closed my eyes to let the darkness calm me, I remembered you. Every time you'd feel the worst, I'd always ask you if you're alright. I'd advise you to take care, not to push your self to the limits, to feel better afterwards. My head still crumbled as I watched you play. And it was time to leave. I waved goodbye. News dashed and she was there. The magnitude was faint but I needed to retreat, knowing you'd always continue to court her even if you've already said you'd stop. Yes. I don't have rights. But I think I have the right to need a little more of your concern and care. Wished you asked me "are you okay?" or "does it still hurt?" or maybe you could've said, "please be well soon, I don't want to see you suffer in pain." Those were words I wished to hear from your mouth. Words with definition and meaning to me. Words that would impossibly calm down this earthquake. I really wish. This greed of mine is a desire yet to be satisfied in a lifetime.
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Emotion Speaks: Illusions and Aches
RandomA collection of short literary works about emotions springing to life through words of a broken-hearted writer, one-sidedly loving a single man through years of admiration. Mixed works of real and imaginative words, scenarios will always give you t...
