Him.

As I watch the dark clouds move slowly above my head,
As I lie on the ground.
I close my eyes.
I see your face.
Such a handsome face.
Yet, dreadful in the same breath.
He reaches out for my hand.
Should I even dare consider taking it?
I've been hurt by him, without him even realizing he had hurt me.
Such stupidity.
I take his hand.
His touch.
Such a sweet sensation.
I open my eyes.
Back to the endless pain.

Reviews

[Ripped Denim 💜]

I feel this is about a beau, but perhaps a darker interpretation could be for a longing for Death? Or a lot of other things.

Good work. Keep them guessing. ;D

[Not A Writer]

Good story plot here. Sounds choppy and one fragment, but otherwise good job.