prompt: trash

"Your mouth = trash"

“Then? What should I do? That was… I was under alcohol and you knew that fact!” I shrugged my shoulder and looked at you in disbelief. “You want that, I gave it to you. You want a break from this relationship, I gave it to you. Please tell me what to do because I am lost!”

You hissed, fire obvious in your eyes. But I caught a glimpse of sadness mixed on it.

“Could you just, forget it all and back to… the time before this happened?”

Without words, you turned and showed your back to me.

“I’m tired,” I said.

I need only two words to get your attention.

I need only two words to get your face for me to see.

I think I could smile again when you decided to come closer to me. But…

“ off. your ing sweet words to me,” you lifted your hand and a hard slap landed on my cheek. “I don’t need your sweet words and just throw it to the trash bin. Your mouth is a trash anyway!” You shouted at me. Those sparkling beads of tears fell from your eyes, down to your chin. I only caressed the pain for it to subsidize. I tasted an iron in my mouth. Blood.

“Yeah. I am tired, too,” you wiped your tears.

The final words had been said. You turned your back.

Only to leave me and never come back.

a.n: Mommy I cringed so hard x.x