By LaShaniece Winfrey
I don’t like being alone because it’s dangerous.
Your thoughts begin to creep into the crevices of your mind
and all you can do is let them.
The silence that fills the room is just an open invitation
to flickering images that continue to evade your mind.
But, as time stretches and the moment gets longer,
your past decides to pay you a visit.
Remember when you did that?
You miss it don’t you?
No, yes, Kinda, I don’t know, maybe.
You want to go back,
but you know the past is a chamber just waiting for a victim.
You have to repeat to yourself over and over again
that you don’t miss it, you miss the moments.
The feeling of not being alone,
because when you’re alone your thoughts like to engulf you,
to bury you,
to kill you
slowly at thought of a guilty past.
I don’t like being alone because it’s poisonous.
I know the dreams I spend hours day and night dreaming up
are only part of a future I’m surely not destined to have.
The simple fact is I don’t like being alone because it’s all I’ve ever felt I was.
By LaShaniece Winfrey
“Listen, Jasmine. I can’t do this anymore” Christian said. I looked into his eyes. “What are you saying?” my voice broke. “Don’t make me say it. Please” he pleaded, sincerity in his tone. “Why are you doing this?” I questioned, trying to maintain my composure. “I just don’t think we’re right for each other,” he responded, looking off in the distance. He was hiding something. “Why?” I pressed. He let out a sigh, a sign of defeat. “I don’t like girls. I like boys.” He spoke every word carefully, watching me intently. My brown eyes began to water and I started toward the door. I knew if I stayed, I’d break down and he’d tell me he was sorry. I didn’t want him to be sorry. I felt his hand grip my wrist, trying to pull me back. I shoved his hand away and ran out the door. Tears rushed down my heated cheeks.
The first day I had met him, I was wandering aimlessly around the halls of Gallant Hills High School. He had been in such a rush to get to class. He ran into me by accident, making me fall onto the ground. His big beautiful blue eyes met mine at once and my heart melted. It seemed like the beginning of a movie perfect relationship. But now, I’m standing here, my whole world shattering around me. These last few months had been such a whirlwind. I shake my head trying to forget about Christian. Trying to forget the disaster he created.
It’s been two months since Christian and I had last seen each other on that horrific day. I tie my hair back and straighten my apron. I walk into a crowded coffee shop. It’s Monday morning, so it’s expected to be busy. I get straight to work with taking customer's orders. I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder and turn around to see a smiling Christian.
“Um, excuse me. When you get a chance, can you take my order?”
“Someone else would be more than happy to take your order” I snapped.
“Oh, come on. You’re still mad at me?”
It was then I noticed a man with brown hair and green eyes standing next to him. “Hello,” he spoke softly, his cheeks reddening. “Hi” I choked out. I pulled Christian outside.
“That’s him? That’s your..”
“Boyfriend.” Christian stated, finishing and answering my question all at once.
“Well, congratulations” I said, genuinely meaning it but also clearly uncomfortable.
“Thanks, you know I hope we can still be friends.”
“Of course” I replied, smiling, finally forgiving him. I really hope they will be happy together.