MiguelTheSniper

I stood holding back tears like a guillotine against the wall, praying that my heartbreak was a foreign language, that this betrayal was a blade beneath my skin, invisible. and in one moment I swear I understood all the pain in the world. I knew why I had let death roost between my shoulder blades, I knew why children grieved their tiny pets and buried them in shoe boxes; I understood mothers leaving their children behind at parks, I understood all those skinny boys smoking and holding tight to women who cried, I understood crowds with shaking hands trying to breathe but forgetting and trying to hit that high but missing over and over and