A short story about a teenage boy finds comfort by admitting to a crime to a mother. However, things aren’t how they seem.
The Crimson sky was over his head as he walked towards the door. A seventeen year old with difficult decisions in tow. ‘Is it really worth it?” he wondered. Maybe not, but he needed to finish this game once and for all.
The brown wooden door seemed more daunting than ever. He noticed the stains on the golden door knob. He would know, he had been staring straight at it for days now. There were so many times he had tried to do this but couldn’t. So many times that his fears overcame his intentions.
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“Did he lie about loving her?” The soul whispered to the heart.
“Maybe he didn’t mean it as much as we thought he did” The heart, one of her three best friends whispered back.
Almost like it was a slap in her face, the girl sucked air in and held the arm chair tighter.
Why? Why did he not love me the same?
“The matter of the fact is that he didn’t love you as much as He thought he did” Stated the brain. Fresh lime juice over a burnt wound.
Fell out? That was the worst possibility of them all. It would mean that he did love her at a point and then…didn’t. What did she do wrong? How did he just fall out so easily? Their relationship was so strong a moment ago but now it doesn’t exist. What?
“Why did he fall out of love? I mean he stuck around through worse times than this and it was a simple argument, right? Maybe he didn’t ever love me to begin with” Naomi finally added to the conversation.
“You are right, I agree! I think he just acted the whole way, never really loved” Spat out the heart in vengeance. It was hurt and needed someone to else to be hurt with it. Naomi was an easy target.
Out of all the possibilities presented this one was the most acceptable one. Though it hurt quite the same, if not more. Maybe he never loved her.
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A short love poem that didn’t evolve the way I thought it would. Losing someone when you thought they will be there is just another experience. It takes away your trust in things and people. It’s okay though you grow up and learn from this. You now understand better who to trust and who not to.
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In spring I met him
He loved my laugh
And asked me for coffee
In summer we cuddled on his bed
While the screen played some random movie
In fall my life started falling apart
My smile weaken and my eyes lost their shine
And through I tried to battle
with all my might
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Hey guys, so this particular post is too close to my heart and honestly I have been debating over and over again whether I should post this or not. It means way too much to me and I wrote this when my grandfather was still alive. He passed away because of cancer three months ago and well…yeah I didn’t want to. But I guess this is me being brave and putting forth some of the real things I recently struggled with hoping it helps someone out there.
I also want to extend a warm hug to anyone going through cancer too.
I hope I do that through posting this piece.
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Cancer. That word hit me hard. Like a brick wall to my face. A wall that marks the end of the road with no way around it. Just the wall standing tall in front of me.
Cancer A disease with no cure? That is just tragic. This year, someone I love was diagnosed with it and the thing about cancer is that the patient doesn’t suffer alone, the entire family does. Cancer became a full-fledged reality for me.
It came to me in waves. The first wave the first being, a chance of him having cancer, I ruled it out. My loved one cannot have cancer. He just cannot. The doctors said there were symptoms of it and I didn’t believe them. Then the second wave came in and they said they were ninety percent sure it was cancer. I denied it. Somehow ten digits of a percent somehow felt a lot bigger than ninety of them. I felt like screaming at the doctors for being so stupid, senseless even.
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We allow people to hurt us. We have a choice to stop it but for whatever shitty reason we don’t stop it.
We have the power, option or choice to fight back, to stop it yet sometimes we just allow it to happen.
And this poem is dedicated to each and every person that, like me, allows people to hurt them. And I am here, to tell you to recognise your power and stop it.
You deserve better.
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The truth is I allowed you to hurt me
Not just you
I allowed everyone to put me down
I allowed people to control me
In the name of love
I allowed people to make me cry tears
behind closed door
so that they don’t feel bad for harming me
I allowed this
Because somewhere down below
Under the sheet of bravery and strength
I thought I deserved it
I believed I deserved to be in pain
I thought I deserved to cry
But I didn’t.
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