Angustia
I felt it.
I felt the way he looked at me,
Like he knew the words he would say would cut me and bleed me out.
I saw it.
The way he caressed my face and the way his eyes had lost their gleam.
I saw the way he placed words together in his mind like he was trying to
spare
my
feelings.
I felt his hands stroke my face
and I could see him as clear as day but
I do not remember this boy,
although,the way I had felt while staring into his eyes suggested I had fallen in love with him
and had known him my whole life.
He looked me in the eyes,
grabbed my hands,
and broke my heart.
At that moment I really felt it.
I felt my heart shatter and my eyes fill with tears, spilling over my cheeks.
I felt my head race and my mind spin my stomach twist, and my knees go weak.
I felt my whole body go numb
and most of all
I felt how unapologetic he was as he whispered the words to me and sealed them with a kiss.
For a split second, I felt death, and I welcomed it.
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