English portfolio creative writing.
There’s a room in his heart with the memories we made he took them down but they’re still in their frames. He never thought he could see this blind. He is stressing out and all he did was want more time. He’s now remembering how he would give a damn because lately, he doesn’t really feel the same. He might lose his mind, waiting for the comedown. They are just faces on a screen but he simply doesn’t know it’s okay not to be fine.
Do we jump first and then decide? Our bodies are tired and hurting, do you swim? or do you sink? I swear he will die trying. I seem to be trying but we’ll see, he is so used to that. He lets the fire fall as he puts down his cigarette. The smell of smoke is like a hotel from hell. I hesitate to escape his mistake. He miscommunicates very day and his aftermath is like my earthquake. I Left him in the sky with his fire below, he is still so lost among light. Hidden with the midnight drinking, he already seems to be paying for tonight.
He can’t let go, he is full of sorrow and regret, we cannot seem to forget. The time is running out and I am willing to walk out. He never goes away, though I had found a way out I guess I have to stay. He’s at such a distance, it takes him time to reach me. Its danger and I know it, that’s old news. He should’ve seen this through he knew exactly how it would go, you won’t let go but you have already thrown.
Because in the end you’re already a world away, and now I have walked away. Now love is overrated in my mind. I have lost my mind. I just want to forget all those times just for tonight it is going to be an ongoing vibe. I will just wait until the time is right.