|fifteen turning sixteen
Author: punctured.lungs PM
oh, i'm staring at the mess i've made. / tw: boyfriend troubles and non-consent.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 136 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3062662
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i have never been more alone
than i was with him, in his room.
late afternoon, and he put
his hand on my breast
even though i pushed him away.
i was fifteen. turning sixteen.
i broke his heart, he said.
i would die without you. you are
the only light left in my life.
so now his world is dark
because i couldn't bear the weight
of that hand.
if he dies, it is my fault.
behind me i leave a trail of
broken hearts and empty beds,
cold eyes and hatred.
if he kills me, it will be my fault.
an. i don't know. weird mood. about two different people. sometimes i can't separate them in my head. i mean, i know the difference. obviously. but they were so much alike.