“Why are you crying?” He takes another drag of his cigarette and stares off into the distance, his gaze blank.
“Because I’m sad.” I know that’s it’s true even if it is simple and it makes me want to cry too.
I ask him “Why are you sad?” and he turns to me, blank eyes meeting mine as tears run down his face.
“Because I hurt you.”
“Because I failed at everything I ever tried to do.”
“Because the world‘s fucked up.”
“Because the drugs don’t work and because the drink doesn’t either.”
“Because despite everything, it took me three years and two suicide attempts for me to tell you that I love you.”
“Because I’m tired.”
Because it’s raining.”
He grabs my chin and tilts my face up to his own, leaning in until our lips are almost touching.
“Take your fucking pick.”
Created: Jul 29, 2010Document Media