Don't pull me when I offer you my hand
Illness you had,
made me sometimes mad.
But seeing you begin fat,
and laying you flat,
making speaking you like a rat.
But I fell inlove with how the amount of puppies and humans you pat.
And in the amount of happiness how you chat.
I was okay with it drifting away.
Because I love you.
And I'll always *protect* you.
That day, you offered me to death.
Were I felt sudden change in air.
And my hair got fuzzed.
We stood infront of our balcony,
filled with butterflies we had,
drinking a whine glass,
you having your Hand around my waist,
and me admiring you while talking.
Me whiping the whine from your lips, to not get your favourite t-shirt full of dirt.
Drips of whine stopped overflooding, suddenly you looked concentrated at the sky.
,,You are suddenly interesting at the sky huh?", I laughed and laid my hand on your shoulder.
You didn't answer.
Your grip git tighter and you pushed me on you, saying: ,,Shall we jump togehter?"
Red I saw all over the place.
Your smile creeped me out.
And suddenly made me feel disgusting.
I felt like screaming but I knew something was off.
The way your facial expressions were, your hands you moved and how you talked.
You weren't you anymore.
I let my glass fall.
The amount of glass my face was smashed with: ,,Honey, you are bleeding!!!", I didn't seem to care.
My blood was lighter then the whine you drank..
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Adna Demiri
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