So turn
Up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment, fall forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current
So let me slip away…

-

She's hurt. She's hurt but no one knows it.

The one man she thought she had loved broke her heart too many times, and now, she doesn't know if she can take it anymore. She wears a fake smile all the time, trying to make it seem as if she's fine.

But she isn't.

She isn't one bit.

And now, she's sick and tired of faking it. Most of the time, she just wants to give up there and then. She doesn't want to feel any more pain than she already has. She doesn't want to feel lonely.

So she tries to move on.

She tries to forget about him.

And she will try not to love him anymore.

But no matter how hard she tries, it will continue to be difficult. The pain won't stop coming.

But she will refuse to listen to his excuses, his mistakes, his apologies.

She won't speak a word to him. She won't admit to him that she feels empty without him. That her life will never be complete if he isn't there beside her when she needs him the most. That if she doesn't at least have his shoulder to cry on, she will break, or at least his hand to hold in the dark.

No, she won't tell him. She will keep it to herself and let the pain build up in her heart until it gives up.

Then, she won't know what to do anymore.

She'll just let her life pass without giving herself any time to think about it.

No time at all.

And he'll come chasing after her, pleading for her to come back. Pleading to go back to the easy life she once knew. That life she once thought was her everything. When the only thing that mattered was him. And being, with him. And existing, with him.

But she will refuse to listen to him, or go back to him.

And when he keeps pushing, she'll drown her pain in tequila. Because tequila would never let her down. Because tequila will always be there for her.

I mean seriously, who needs men anyways?

She decides that she does. She does need men. A man. Not just some random guy she picks up at the bar.

But she does need that one man that she fell in love with.

That one man who used to chase her down the hallways, laughing and giggling with delight. That one man who would always listen to her. That one man that she thought loved her back.

But she won't say his name.

Because if she does, she'll remember.

And she does not want to remember.

So you run.

You run to forget those memories that you want to avoid.

Five years later, you show up on his doorstep, and you don't have a clue what you're going to say to him when he opens his door. And you can't believe that he still lives in that trailer. That trailer that was home to you so many times before. The trailer that you knew all too well.

The door opens and you just stand there.

You see his eyes widen, and tears form. Though tired and weak, he steps towards you, engulfing you in his arms.

And you don't know what to say, nor what to do.

Because words can't explain fate.

Fate speaks for itself.

-

Don't pick me to keep your eyes from crying.


You said so much without even parting your lips.

-

Well… I was bored.

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