i do not wish for you return.

windowWhen the sea could not repress the thunderstorms living beneath his bed any longer, he could only embrace it to print a terminated soul before he spitted it out.

In an abusive house we both desired, I strode through your drunkenness and chops—trying to see the brighter darkness. I would peek at the edge of your finale, grasping my hands around the relief the situation would give. I could stand over the dining table of our cheap abode and hold your head; you should call me a Saint.

Today, after the thousands of lost gleams and the hundreds of open skins, I placed you outside the door before I aimed my finger by the haunted woods; go out and search for your true dark fairy.

I opened the windows to breathe the air you robbed from my lungs and tied the chafed curtains, just so I could see you.

Just so I could finally watch you go.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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