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Hi, random poem... enjoy.
What exactly had tied him down after the second time his heart had been ripped out? Something inside him told him that, oddly enough, it was the pain. Every time he drove by The Beach, where their relationship had finally crashed among the rocks, there was this fiery pain somewhere in his chest that gave him the energy, passionate jealousy, and hate that kept him going. It was inspiration enough to tease her, torture her and kept his mind off her budding love with his now ex-best friend and his own devastation. But what had changed? Now that he'd seen her crying over some sort of grief that he'd caused by staying around there was still pain, but it wasn't burning nor inspiring. It was freezing cold and harrowing. The guilt and aching loneliness was eating away at him like a huge hole in his gut. It wasn't fun anymore. She was right. He should just leave. The last lifeline he had was severed and if he stayed he would just be drifting aimlessly. He handed the woman his ticket and boarded the plane. Once they had lifted off, he discovered that if he closed his eyes tight enough and turned his headphones up high enough he couldn’t see her shining blue eyes bearing through him and her lips next to his ear, gently grazing it and sending shivers down his spine, whispering from what seemed so long ago “I love you. I need you. Please don’t ever leave me.”
What exactly had tied him down after the second time his heart had been ripped out? Something inside him told him that, oddly enough, it was the pain. Every time he drove by The Beach, where their relationship had finally crashed among the rocks, there was this fiery pain somewhere in his chest that gave him the energy, passionate jealousy, and hate that kept him going. It was inspiration enough to tease her, torture her and kept his mind off her budding love with his now ex-best friend and his own devastation. But what had changed? Now that he'd seen her crying over some sort of grief that he'd caused by staying around there was still pain, but it wasn't burning nor inspiring. It was freezing cold and harrowing. The guilt and aching loneliness was eating away at him like a huge hole in his gut. It wasn't fun anymore. She was right. He should just leave. The last lifeline he had was severed and if he stayed he would just be drifting aimlessly. He handed the woman his ticket and boarded the plane. Once they had lifted off, he discovered that if he closed his eyes tight enough and turned his headphones up high enough he couldn’t see her shining blue eyes bearing through him and her lips next to his ear, gently grazing it and sending shivers down his spine, whispering from what seemed so long ago “I love you. I need you. Please don’t ever leave me.”