Remember that time,
when we went to that concert in Philly,
and had to walk back to our bus stop half an hour away when it was over,
at 12:30 at night,
and at one point I stopped
and ran into the middle of the street,
to take a picture of the pretty lights,
and you panicked
because a car was coming
and it didn't have any intentions of stopping
but it was fine,
becuase I got out of the way,
and you said that sometimes I scare you
because of how careless I could be,
I think that's hilarious
because you scare me even more,
with all of the "I love you"s you pull from my mouth
that for some reason leave a bitter taste
that lingers for a bit too long
I don't know why it tastes so bitter
maybe it's because,
when I say it,
I don't mean it
it's just strange noises
that hold too much meaning
so I guess you're right to be scared,
scared of my careless nature,
maybe I wasn't meant to love you,
and maybe you're loving the wrong person
maybe that's why those words taste bitter on my tongue,
maybe you're the car and I need to get out of your way,
before you run me over,
so,
I'm sorry for being so careless,
but I think we should breakup.
About the Creator
Beau Green
i have an uncurable illness called 'teenage emotions', and you all have to deal with it. sorry not sorry.
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