. . Pine for me . .
S _ X _ P_ D
Chap one.
You're sitting at the bus stop as you watch the cars pass by & beam their assertive lights. You're irritated but decide to glance & admire your friend seated next to you;
His dark skin & brown eyes are glistening & looking fine.
His jacket is just the right size, & his hands look as if they could grasp the neck of manifest destiny, but his frown expressed dejection.
Though your world is dark with the flashlight in the pocket of his flowing skirt, he is the only one that can make it shine.
Impatient, you look at the time through your phone's cracked-up screen & it is 1:o5
You tell him it is time to commit to a lie, so he gets up swiftly as if forced to fight,
grasps your hand with a vice-like grip
then quietly leads you to the park with no playground to play,
no child in sight except for the fellow teen & his grip that ticed.
As you both glide through the park to the bitter forest on the other side, the urge tempts you. Though sadly, proper help is no longer one of your wants.
You stare up to regard the trees that loom & glare at the guilty children tiptoeing by. It is cold here, you are chilly, but his doughy bear-like hands do not give way to the frost who bite.
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You look at the time & it is 3:o9
It is time; he takes out the flashlight to illuminate the Gillette 7 o’clock razor blades you left here in a cute red box last time.
Reluctantly, he lets go.
You shiver on ahead to pick up the metal box, & thankfully the blades are intact & on their fluffy stuff. You look around to find the small crusty wooden canapé chair yall without a doubt found in this unrelenting intoxicating so-called covert forest.
You ask your confidant to sit with you, but he replies: I'll keep watch.
With familiarity, you take out the two blades, so sharp, so tame.
Some may say you are affection-seeking, yet you reside in your forest cynical.
Internally, you chant;
It is not that bad. I am perfectly tame. I am regrettable, profane lame.
In my enabling mental domain, It is not that bad-
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With tears chasing down yours,
you look up to see his face, but
you meet his culo al desnudo instead.
¿¡What the Duck!?
You say, & though he does not respond, he accedes to the thick blanket you once decided to lay.
Your stuffy nose faces him as blush & shock swarm your face, yet it all drains faster than his Uncle's forte. Honestly, you wish it would have lasted longer, the flood & rush, the shock all now lay dormant at the tip of your tongue.
¿Ya good? He asks; Cause you look really happy now; He says.
The windows of your soul shift to look at the time & up towards the path that seems so barren; You reply grimly with a bright disheartened smile.
I'm a bit numb right now, to be honest. Though, I am not sure if you failed.
You say this because you are of course numb right now. And there is a chance you will never know the answer to why he did what he did, but at least his tinh ranh was left unseen by you.
Though, not in your opinion.
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-I recommend using Google Translate for words you don’t know :>
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