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Apr 2016 · 565
Where were you last night?
Where were you last night?
You said you'd be here, but you weren't.
So then, where were you?

Were you with a girl?
Or were you alone all night?
I thought you loved me.

I thought you might care.
You said you would comfort me,
Hug me 'til I slept.

Wipe my tears away.
Tell me it will be alright.
But you were not there.

Were you with a boy?
I'm not really one to judge.
Please don't lie to me.

I just want to know.
Where were you last night? Tell me!
Why won't you tell me?

Please, I'm begging you.
Just tell me the honest truth.
Are you that ashamed?

Do you not trust me?
Even after all of this?
I don't understand.

I really love you.
It's clear you don't feel the same.
You want to break up?

So it was a boy!
I said I'm not one to judge,
But I'm disgusted.

Not because he's male,
No - but because you cheated.
How could you do this?

Why hurt me like this?
You know it ******* kills me.
Crushes me to dust.

Like a nut grinder:
The nut is cracked - but continue.
-Just like me right now.

I won't seek revenge.
I know you know how it feels.
I watched you suffer.

I understand now,
Why you were not here last night:
You love him - not me.

Go, have fun with him.
Remember good times we had.
Forget the bad ones.

You know I still care.
What we had was real for me.
No one can change that.

Go, live your dream.
Get married, have some children.
Build a happy home.

One day - maybe soon,
My dreams will become real too,
So I'll let you go.

Goodbye bestest friend.
I will forever miss you.
Here at last: goodbye.
Apr 2016 · 293
I'm not crazy.
I look up high and see the sky,
I see what beauty surrounds me.
All the different colours, all the different smells-
Could this all be real? I don't think so.
Too much detail, so much sophistication.
Is there a God after all?
It all makes sense now: the colours, the smells.
This isn't a reality - it is all in my head.

Where am I now?
Hospital you say?
It can't be real, no.
Why?
I'm not sick.
I'm not senseless.
I know what I see and smell isn't real,
but I know that.
I'm not crazy.
How dare you suggest such a thing!
I'm sane.
I'm not crazy.

— The End —