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©2017 by Lucy Bernardez

Stained Red

Fly. I want to fly. Fly away from all of these lies. These twisted dreams that I made in my own head.

But kind. You were so kind.  But there’s always a reason behind those eyes.

Those eyes, the eyes that I trusted with everything that I had.

But why? I should have known friends don’t stick around. But in fact I did.

 

In the end there is nothing left but you sitting on your own in the dark room, with the photographs that you constructed in your own head that now mean nothing.

 

They’re stained red.

 

Try. I really try to be okay.

Cry. I mustn’t cry because you are gone.

Tied. I tied myself to you but all I ever wanted was the friendship. 

 

In the end there is nothing left but you sitting on your own in the dark room, with the photographs that you constructed in your own head that now mean nothing.