death

i was ready to die. well at least i thought i was. up until i met him ... looked him straight in the eye. he was very appealing, especially in black. 17 year old pity me years were over and i approached him confidently.

we talked

 we laughed

and took a walk on a fine line.

 i was comfortable

& i enjoyed myself

i told him secrets that i haven't told myself yet. 

he knows who Angie is and knows the reasons why i want to leave so badly. he made me question my god and made me feel stupid for not being on my knees.

i don't trust. never have never will. i learned that in fifth grade, he only reminded me of what i had forgotten.

DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS

his name was death. and you wanna know what he told me? 

 WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.

    and that scared me.