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Why Don’t You Kill Me

Why don’t you kill me

Fast or slow I don’t care

Kill me now,

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Ryan

It was October first at two o’clock in the afternoon. As I lie on my bed on that unnaturally cold day my thoughts drift to you how I miss our calls we often spoke of nothing more than our last conversation. No matter what events that were planned Thursdays at three in the afternoon you always called.

I met you about two years ago in a small mall in northern
Arizona, no more than four bocks from my grandparents. You stared at me from across the food court; when I went in to a small gift shop you were sitting on a bench. As I left I felt your eyes gaze follow me out the double doors. As I waited for my grandfather to come and retrieve me from the entrance you came closer to the doors. Seeing you there following me yet again I turned around and flipped you off. You took that action as a mere invitation to come over and write your number on my hand.  Read More »

Second Chances

I’m sitting outside; I hear the trees rustling in the distance, the winds gently blowing my hair to the side. I’m not alone; I’m surrounded by friends who are playing cards and laughing. We told stories of years past and friends that we’d like to see again. I heard your car in the distance, the loud roar. The motor hums closer and closer. My friends dealt me in to the next round of Go-Fish. The porch was covered in tables and chairs, people sitting playing cards and laughing. I’m in the center of it all. Across form me is my best friend, Anne, she’s smiling ear to ear. Her newest conquest sits next to her; one arm on the table holding cards, the other I can tell is on her lap. They'd been together for awhile Anne has what I want, him. He is ever so devoted to her every need why can’t that happen to me? A solid man that wants nothing more than to be with me.

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