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Struggling Excuses

The clock strucks 2am
My mind is racing

The scene replaying through my head like a crime scene
But there’s no tape to block me from seeing it all from the front seat

Your arms reach around her
You dip your head
Then your eyes see mine
Just a hint of a smirk
My nightmare becomes a daymare

No one needs to be hurt like that

The clock strucks 3am
He’s lying in bed
Knowing he killed the only good in his life
He wanted to kill it before it killed him
She wouldn’t listen to his excuses
He knew he did wrong as soon as he mouth covered hers
He smirked because he knew he deserved to meet her eyes
Showing her he wasn’t right for her

The good man she always thought he was
He tried so hard for her
He wanted to bring all her dreams
But he knew she put her trust and belief in him
He was going to fail her sooner or later

The clock strucks 4am
A knock disturbs him
He throws open the door
Only to find a drunken heartbroken girl on his doorstep
She shoves past him
His look of shock doesn’t even register to her

She drops her clothes on the floor
He shakes himself and spurs into action
Wrapping her in a blanket
His heart thudding in his chest
She deserves better is all he whispers in his head

She tries to shove him while trying to kiss him
He finally gets her settled and chuckles to himself
She’s mumbling to herself
When he turns back around she’s passed out
He strokes her cheek for a moment
Sighs to himself and guards her til morning light

Author:

"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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