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The sociopath smiles.
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I appreciate the comments
And the favorites
But I really wish
I could see you smile.
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"No, I've been burned before."
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It's late. Really late. Late as in "I should have been home hours ago because I have work in the morning". But here I sit. On the bus traveling towards the part of town where my mailbox grows.
It's dark outside as well, and the bus is lit up so I can see my own reflection in the windows. For a while I do faces towards myself because I am overly tired and there for a bit hyper, but then I notice there are a few people still out this late and they're all looking at me from the streets as the bus goes by. I decide to stop making faces.
It had been a great night. Nikita had sent out a mass text to the whole gang that read "Get yourself to my place tonight, you sissies, for a movie night. I have drinks. Bring snacks!".
We were 7 people, the usual gang, and we watched Disney's 'Tangled' and 'Toy Story 3'. Drinks where downed and snacks where tossed and eaten. Laughs were had, backs were rubbed and Garry was late. All in the natural order of the movie night.
When we'd eventually
19 Years OldI was just nineteen years old19 Years Old1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart of an ox
I will die before I collapse
A coward I am not