Love Is. . .LOVE IS..... "NO!" He screamed at me as I ran out the door. "I will not shut up, I will not leave you alone!" I ran, and kept running. It was twilight, and my eyes were fogged up with tears as I ran down the sidewalk. As soon as I was out of sight and earshot of his house, I collapsed in a swamp of emotions. I didn't care what I looked like, I'd already been beaten up- both physically and emotionally- and yelled at. My dress was torn at one sleeve and my leggings were ripped along the sides. I had a black eye, a cut lip, a gash on the shoulder where my dress was torn, and was sore all over from running what must have been a mile. I heard cars slow as they passed, looking at this poor excuse for a girl laying on the sidewalk. I didn't know what I should do, my apartment was at least 20 miles away. I hadn't brought my phone and even if I had, my purse was sitting on the desk in Keith's apartment. As another car passed, it seemed to slow more than
Somehow. (A poem)She ran out into the dark, walking in between the thick trees that grew in her backyard.Looking around at the garden, the pond, the forest, none of it seemed familiar.Sure she could walk around the entire yard with her eyes closed, but it held no memory of him.No trace of his image ran through these trees.She closed her eyes and tried to picture him again.She knew every detail of his face, all the clothes he had ever worn, but as she looked at this mental picture of him, it still didn't seem real.She wished she could go back to the times where she could lose herself in his eyes, his laugh.Where he would say her name, and her heart skipped a beat.Back to the field, back to pure joy in seeing him.She wished she could see him, here, now.No imaginary talks, no fragments of old memories.She wished she could see him again, somehow.