Poets of My Life
Disturbed- This Is the Life B.B.: They didn't stay tonight. My words and theirs hung too heavily in the air between us. Espinosa didn't ask anything else nor did he talk to my mom. He just got in his Hellcat and drove off. I've been laying in my bed for a little over two hours in the darkness looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars glued to the ceiling. I knew. I knew from the start but hearing Luc say it stung more than if it would have been Carson. I know him. He's f*****g cold like that but not Luc. I'm burning in my chest. Worse than indigestion, this heartburn is searing deep into my soul. I knew it was coming but f**k. "Hey," the light comes on. I sit up to see my mom standing in the doorway holding one of the blunts Luc rolled. She walks in and makes her way over to the balcony
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