4 years all gone to waste but I can't help wanting one last taste. I know that it's too late but please don't walk away just yet. Let me savour one last moment that I hope I'll never forget.
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On his first day of high school, Michael was nervous. His mother had told him to be himself and then everything would be alright, but as he sat and tied his shoes he wondered, who am I?
His mother had always refered to it as an accident, but it wasn't. He'd seen her push him all those years ago. He'd just chosen to stay quiet.
Lipstick smeared. Mascara run. Broken nails. Tangled hair. Half-dressed. On the kitchen floor. Crying. Again.
You left to go live your life while I stayed and lived with our mistake.
He stood there and stared down at the love of his life. Her beautiful brown eyes stared back. Her long, dark hair had fallen across one cheek. She was always going to be his. Forever. He lifted the gun towards his own head and fired. They both laid there in a pool of his love.
The clock strikes midnight as he swigs from his tenth bottle. Bong. He swallows. Bong. Bong. Bong. He empties the bag next to him. Bong. He takes a handful of pills. Bong. He throws them into his mouth. Bong. He swallows. Bong. Bong. Bong. He grabs the next. Bong. He gulps. Bong.
The young boy woke up early on Christmas morning. Had he been? His feet rushed down the stairs, guiding him to the tree. No presents. The third year in a row. Had Santa forgotten about him again? Tears filled his eyes as he walked back upstairs. Maybe next year.
Some days I wish I could forget, pretend like you never existed, but deep down, I know I never want to lose you, even if all I have left are the memories. I loved you all your life and I will continue to love you for the rest of mine.
Thick green moss covers the stone, hiding the lettering behind it. Whoever rests here was long forgotten about. This is something that will happen to all of us. One day, no one will remember who we were. We will all just be a hidden name on a piece of stone.
She'd gone through life telling herself that what had happened was fine. She had always been just fine. He made her realise she wasn't.
His feet kept running as he ventured into the woods. The wet, muddy path beneath him soon came to a split. Left or right? With one quick glance behind him, he ran straight, hiding amongst the trees.
She had always said she'd name her first son, Noah.
She was now 44, single, and living with a dog named Noah. Her mother kept asking her when she had last seen it. She lied every time. It would be long gone by now anyway.
I haven't spent a night alone since you left. I close my eyes, trying to pretend they're you, but it never works. You're still gone and I'm still here.
As she lay in bed, she uttered her last breath and said, 'It was me.'
He said he loved her. She said it back. Only one of them meant it.
She didn't usually like hugs, but when he offered, she accepted the embrace, giving him the perfect opportunity to stab her in the back, which he did.
Her face didn't suit her, so she cut off someone else's and used it as her own.
This was the third time that she was giving him a second chance.
Her mum always hated the colour yellow, so she wore it all the time, even to her funeral.
Its been 7 years since you've been gone, but I still see your face amongst the strangers.
A perfect smile spread over her lips, as she smoothed her clothes and ran her fingers through her hair. She blinked the tears away. No one would ever know.
How many people will I kiss, before I have to admit, that no one will ever compare to you?
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