You lay across my body with your head
on my chest and I stroke the soft spot
just above your eyebrow while you
speak to me.
I’m only one-third listening,
and one-third enjoying your unexpected closeness,
and one-third wishing it wasn’t just
because you’re drunk.
You ask me how school is going.
I’m too scared to tell you
I dropped out.
I’m too scared to tell you anything,
like how much being in your arms
keeps me from falling apart.
And how you make me feel happy when it’s been really
hard for me to be happy lately.
If you asked, I’d probably say
you deserve someone that deserves you,
and I’d pray for you to say otherwise.
About the Creator
Marla Haygood
Hi readers! I'm a student in Texas that loves to write short stories, dabble in poetry and bring awareness to mental health issues among teens and young adults.
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