Hurt

the hum rap and bass is a faint whisper compared to the emotion in the smoked out oasis

a slight tingle slowly crept all over as i focused on his glossy eyes,

taking in each detail for the last time.

he breaths in and out slowly, moving as he goes.

the questions come, each syllable has an ache to it.

the delicacy of his whispers and begs for why’s

and what’s make me wonder if he will break at the reply.

his hands run through my hair one last time, grasping for something more.

This is about breaking up with someone, unexpectedly and unexplained. Written when I was feeling extremely disconnected from everything.

Claire Gibson

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