Brandon Meyer
I remember the fall. It was soft and comforting, like falling into a bed of downy pillows. Except without all of the feathers poking you. I hate realizing that forever couldn’t be built on a bed of downy pillows. I don’t regret it though. I don’t regret getting to know you and growing to love
(this is part two! read part one here) I threw up in the bushes and got lost in the forest trying to get out so I could find you again. I ate something bad. Something…really…really bad. I felt the bile rise in my throat again and saw the vomit spew out of my mouth on
The raindrops fall through the leaves and land on my back. I can’t feel the cold, even though I know I must be freezing. All I can feel is the rain, but I can’t bring myself to care. I can’t feel the cold…all I feel is the rain. I know I’ve said this to you
