Apr 12, 2010

The fight - Mary Beth Mitchell

PRETENDING


Everything is okay

Like I am glad they told me

That he is in love with another girl

ANALYZING

Every single word

In trying to tell him I still love him

That croaked awkwardly from my through

RUNNING

Away from suffocation

As he confirmed the haunting rumors

That eagerly planted their feet on my chest

FIGHTING

The tears in my eyes

The voices in my head

Forcing me to sob alone in the bathroom

FAILING

Ever so miserably

At attempts to put it all behind me

And get on with this reckless way of being

DYING

To know why

They could turn on me so quick

Just because I was finally happy without them.

THE END.

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