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chiharu Apr 2018
i picked up the small tube of lipgloss & headed toward the register. "will that be all for you, ma'am?" the woman working the cash register asked me. i nodded as she told me the price : a dollar & ninteen cents. i gave her the exact change & left the store. when she kissed me, i was going to taste like strawberries.
chiharu Apr 2018
i want to
have a cliché
love story.

i want to
fall in love
with someone

who will
kiss me in
the rain,

just to break
up with me
the next day.

i want to
move on
to someone

who i couldnt
care for less ;
and then i

repeat.
repeat.
repeat.

i think i
have fallen
in love.

but its not
cliché,
and no one

understands
that love
is love.
chiharu Apr 2018
"how do you feel?"
i don't know ; how do you?
"well, i'm fine, but we aren't talking about me right now."

that wasn't the question.
"didn't you ask me how i feel?"
yes, i did. not if you were fine, or okay, or great, or awful ; how do you feel?

he studies my face.

"elaborate."
i don't know how to feel. how do you feel?

he smiles. he walks out of the room.

i don't know how to feel.

— The End —