The Apples Won’t Fall- Feedback Requested!

I’m back. Wedged between the bed and the window. Perfectly positioned to be unseen.

Green Day plays on the boom box. And I hate that it’s yours. But subconsciously it’s the reason I chose it. I write down the number of days left in the house. It’s too many. More than I think I’m capable of.

And the future seems impossible. like something only for “them.”

And you’re different now. All these years later. But the same old flames burn inside you.

I hate you less... Or maybe I just understand you more.

And you’re the reason I am this way, Anyhow. You’re the reason I saw hate in the world.

The reason I see it now.

Maybe it wasn’t your fault.

Maybe all your hatred just couldn’t be contained. Maybe I was born this way. Maybe we were born this way.

I see you now. The things you do. The small attempts to prove you’re human.

I do them too.

And Maybe after all, maybe this is just us.

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