Choose the man who comments on your mind rather than your body.
The old man holds up an old black and white photo. The tears run down his grief stricken face. He softly says while staring at the picture, “I enjoy sleep the most. That’s when I get to see your lovely face. Until we meet…
Your heart may have cracks in it from past lovers but I assure you it will beat just fine.
We sat in silence until he took a deep breath and said, “You care so much about others and not enough about yourself.” I stared at the ground while biting my lip. I nodded. “Why?” he asked with a confused look on his face. …
She was an intoxicating, mesmerizing mess. He knew she was mad but he could not let her go. She was the most angelic being he had ever seen.
She pushed people away so that she could never be hurt. In the process, she broke her own heart.
You clever wolf; I was your sheep
He said with a melancholy demeanor, “I ignore her texts because I lost her once and I don’t think I could ever do it again.”
He drinks the liquid courage while staring at his phone. He wonders if he should tell her what’s been on his mind. He drinks to forget but the whiskey never lies.
I lit up his world like a firework display When it ended, he left And I was all alone in the dark contemplating Why I wasn’t enough to make him stay