She and He.
She
is laying in bed
with the door locked.
The curtains are drawn and the lights are off.
The Notebook is in the DVD player.
An empty tub of ice cream on the floor,
next to dozens of crumpled tissues.
She's got her music blasting,
so no one could hear her sobs.
Her fingertips are smudged with black
from whiping mascara-stained tears.
She's replaying their last conversation,
thinking I'll never get him back.
He
is sitting on the edge
of his bed with his door locked.
The curtains are drawn and the lights are off.
Call of Duty is in the Xbox.
The controller is laying on the floor,
right beneath the spot where he nearly
punched the wall in his own frustration.
He's got his music blasting so loud,
so nobody can hear his cries.
His hair's a mess from running his hands through it.
And he's playing their last conversation,
thinking she'll never take me back.
Found
this quote as a picture online.
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