Short Story About Mr. Laurens

“piece me together, my love,” he screamed as he ran into my arms. despite him clearly being broken and surely unmendable, i regretfully accepted the task of sewing an old soul in the body of my new love, back together. how was i, a naïve child, supposed to know the difference between right and wrong, good and bad, when the broken people i call my mom and dad were the best examples of true love i ever had?

how was i to know that this man would love his whiskey over me or take a few ounces of weed over three hours spent with me? this causes me to wonder, was i ever on his mind? or was i another failed attempt of a broken person who believed that he was mine? still, i ponder, does he push me away because he’s broken inside or do his drugs do him justice? if they do, are they fairer than the place in my

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although i love him, i’m glad i never let those words slip through my lips. who knows what position i might have been in, with his pretty little lies pumping through my veins, and i following his lead like a puppy that’s a stray. don’t stop reading Mr. Laurens, i still have much to say. that is if you’re not on another bender and still have one fuck left to give about what i say.

baby, did you never feel the frost between our clenched hands, or was it just something i felt after i had burnt out from giving you what was left of me? “Alexandria,” you cried, and ah yes, i remember that city i visited lifetimes ago with my lover. just like that one, this love is a story as old as time. we’re just following the script written by the g-ds above to torture me for sins from my past lives. if you wish to keep this history repeating, that’s fine, but don’t mind me while trying to create something different, something that’s only mine.

while my words may fool you into thinking i’m strong, it’d be a sin to say i am. i’ll miss you and the cigarette stench in your coat. i can only hope that one day, in the near future, i’ll be able to kiss those lips outside of my dreams and wrap your perfectly coiled hair around my fingertips. babes, i’ll never be brave enough to tell you this in your eyes, but i love you, today, tomorrow, and forevermore.

xo,

saffron