Crash. His voice crashes around me in the form of my name. His footfalls sound behind me, matching the pace of my racing heart. Thunder sounds in the background as I turn around to face the sound of him. “Wait!” he cries. About a minute passes before his footfalls stop, his warm breath dancing across my face.Crash. by BlackTshirtFan
I can’t believe that she agreed to this. She actually agreed to go on a date with me. I never expected this to happen. She knows about my reputation. Does she think that she’ll be used? I hope she does. That way I can prove her wrong. I just don’t want to prove her right.
“What do you want?” I ask him, tilting my head up to speak to where I know his face is.
“Please don’t do this,” he gasps.
“Why not?” I growl at him. “We’re
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last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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