“you say ‘i’ll give you anything’ but you never come through” // @stohnefox
01:30am. you’re standing there across from her at a crossroads. dark sky above had a limit of stars tonight, not enough to stop and count constellations. it wasn’t like you wanted to anything ; too focused on the way the slightly yellowed tinge of streetlights cast glow across her paled features. thinking more about how the lamp did little to compliment her complexion ; knowing she looked better under the stars or with the suns glow. "you say ‘i’ll give you anything’ but you never come through” another screaming reminder at the ways in which you’d always come up short. the ways in which you’d continue to fail, falling into familiar pattern and footsteps of a father who taught you all that you knew about what it meant to be a man. it’s a story that doesn’t feature any other ending besides one that’s tragic.
cigarette sits lit between lips, bottom spout split in the middle from an earlier fight with a man who’s name you never caught. it didn’t matter now, you’d insist that you won if anyone dared to ask. there’s nothing funny in what she’s saying, nothing funny in the way she stares at you as she speaks and yet - you couldn’t help but smirk. smirk as if it was amusing to you and maybe it was. you’d swore you wouldn’t hurt her and yet you always came up short.
‶ so go on then, yea? tell me it is that you hate me. tell me you think i am rotten. tell me what i do not already know, yea? ″ eyes study her face, shaking head with a heavy inhale of smoke ; allowing it to linger within before exhaling it sharply.
‶ is not the first time i hear it. will not be last. sorry, zaika. ″