How easy can it be
to walk away
To let the hours
wilt and die
To taunt me with a
glassy eye
To deny your obvious
thirst to stay, and
all the ounces of
pain that burst, and
lay themselves upon
your sleeve that is
sweating from your
nervous thoughts?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
zhlen
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