I QUIT,
those who care know where to find me,
SHE
is laying in bed with the door locked. The curtains are drawn
and the light's off. The Notebook is in the DVD
player. An empty tub of ice cream is on the floor next to
dozens of crumpled tissues. She's got her music blasting,
so loud no one can hear her sobs. Her fingertips are smudged
with black from wiping away mascara- stained tears. She's
replying their last last conversation, thinking I'll
never get him
back.
HE
is with another girl. making out with her. telling her all the
things he used to tell her. she's not even in his mind. he
totally forgot all about her. its like they weren't even
together an hour before.
nmf/nmq