misha9999999

it's still rocky. still hurts. the snow is not helping
you know... My imagination is my worst enemy.
Scene II, Act VI... The bedroom (why is it always
the bedroom?..). Morning light is starting to
color the scattered things on the floor. I can still
taste the last night on my lips. Alarm goes off,
we fight each other to hit the snooze...
Yellow sheets... I remember her yellow sheets...
and the way her body was wrapped in them... She hides
her face in the pillows... She's shy in the mornings.
I slowly slide off the bed with my back turned to her...
It's almost time to go... My T-shirt seems smaller than
it was yesterday... I turn to her, smiling. I have to
go, baby... a kiss. another one. I have to go. Don't
look so beautiful... I really don't want to remember you
like that... Disappear. Go away. go away.... fucking go
away. I love you.