gently weeps

He sat down, folded his arms in front and set his chin on them. Then, with a long slow exhale, his whole body slumped forward as his heart began to bleed. It was a dull pain, the kind that lasts forever. She had marked him, gifted him with her troubles, dragged him down. He felt the weight of it, the crush of a hopeless and helpless girl.

It was the lips. Nice lips and a beautiful mouth. The lips reminded him of another girl that he once knew. She was also a deceiver, a basketcaseful-of-crap-etcetra. He thought wryly, I guess I'll avoid girls with beautiful mouths now.

Then he grew angry and just needed to shout, to spit, to cuss and yell. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They're all fucking whores. Fucking whores. Insecure little whores. And fuck this society that teaches them to be that way. That when they encounter somebody who refuses to play by the rules and shines bright, they don't know what to do. It has always happened. Fuck! Fuck my luck! Fuck me. I'm such a fool.

I wanted so much to accept you, he thought. But you just couldn't help yourself. Why why why? Goodbye, love. Goodbye...