I knew that having a pen in my hand would
reduce my headache at that point anything
would alleviate me . "You want to smoke:
I couldn't make a noise, my mouth just opened
but no sound came out.
As I moved my head up and down
the tears I was holding at the beds
of my eyes flew down. I just thought
"Again" I couldn't stop repeating the word
as it bounced around in my head.
That's the only word I knew at that moment.
I sat on my couch after my college graduation.
My parents had just left my apartment to drive back home.
3 hours didn't seem too bad for me since I was use to
making the trip but to them it was a death sentence.
I was willing to do anything at that moment
to hold my shrieks inside.
My parents noticed that my boyfriend of 4 years
and I were having problems. It might have been the reaction
that I let out when they asked for him, or maybe it was the
girl who showed up by his side after the ceremony.
"I thought you guys were together." My mom was always
his little shield, to her
I was always wrong when we were arguing but now
I was wrong for accepting the excuse "we're on a break, again"
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