1/24/2018 my best friend pt. 3in your final days, I remember the way your eyes sunk in and how the colors faded out of your iris and how the blue marks above your cheekbones resembled the black eye you came home with that night in July.
those beautiful eyes, once so green and vibrant, became a dull and lifeless moss tint. I could see your ribs poking their way through your skin, almost as if they were trying to leave you too. your lips were dry and cracked and bleeding and there was dirt under your nails but no matter how many times I tried to bathe you, I couldn’t seem to wash away all that you had done that summer. I couldn’t fix you this time. it was peaceful when you left. I don’t know how you did it, but you didn’t make a sound. no warning, no note, you just disappeared. I fell asleep with you on the edge of my bed and when I woke up you were gone, not a trace of you left behind. it hurt, but it was for the best. I couldn’t live with the weight of you, I couldn’t be your human cathedral anymore. Sabrina, I don’t know where you ran to, but I hope its treating you well. i love you i miss you but please don’t come back. Comments are closed.
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