Cancer Sticks You said you love me. From the moment you said that, those words became my bible, and I worship it until the moment our ship began to sink. My heart was broken like the family I come from. I never liked opening myself to people and letting people in, because I know people are only out for themselves, and will only hurt me. I always kept everything to myself like I was a caterpillar inside a cocoon, but then you wrapped your arms around me and told me you love me and I felt comfort; I felt safe. So I did everything I can to maintain that security; even if it meant opening myself up. I turned to you like an open diary and poured my life out, wearing my heart on my sleeves. I happily and openly
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I went to the cash register and asked the clerk for a Marlboro regular. He looked at me with a suspicious look on his face and kindly asked for my I.D. I reached for my wallet inside my Dooney and Bourke purse. I struggled to get my I.D. out of my wallet. When I successfully removed my I.D. from my wallet, I handed it to the clerk with a crooked half smile on my face. He grabbed my I.D. and looked at me, then looked back at my I.D. and said, "Okay...", before handing it back to me. The clerk then reached to the glass cabinet behind him and grabbed a red and white small rectangular box before scanning it. There was a high pitched beep after he scanned the item, then he asked if that was all I was buying and I said yes. "That will be four dollars and fifty-nine cents" he said. I paid a quarter of it in cash and put the rest on my debit card. This pack of Marlboro, so small and so stupid. I call them cancer sticks. So stupid and literally nothing; but to me, it was everything. So I brought it back to your place, knocked on your door and presented you with this box of cancer sticks. I thrust the Marlboro into your hands, and …show more content…
You told me you love me and then asked me to leave. "I'm sorry?", that was all I could say. And I kept saying it as if it were my own personalized prayer. I said it louder and louder to make sure you can hear me because I don't deserve this. The worst thing I have ever done does not define me. So you don't get to say "I love you" just so you can get what you want and act like you never cried out to me as if pouring my whole heart out to you was nothing. I love you so much. I bought you Marlboro, cancer sticks, to make you happy; but you wanted to sleep with me. I wanted to make you happy, but you only wanted to sleep with me. The moment you were done, you locked me outside of you, pulled your pants up, patted me on the back, and handed me my purse with my car keys. I walked away as my pride drained from my steps, replaced with tears. The Marlboro that was inside my purse when I was walking back to your place was replaced with a sealed, unused condom. I was told that I was sugar, spice, and everything nice. If only I knew it wasn't a metaphor. As time went by, I learned to value whoever values me, and not treat as a
I went to the cash register and asked the clerk for a Marlboro regular. He looked at me with a suspicious look on his face and kindly asked for my I.D. I reached for my wallet inside my Dooney and Bourke purse. I struggled to get my I.D. out of my wallet. When I successfully removed my I.D. from my wallet, I handed it to the clerk with a crooked half smile on my face. He grabbed my I.D. and looked at me, then looked back at my I.D. and said, "Okay...", before handing it back to me. The clerk then reached to the glass cabinet behind him and grabbed a red and white small rectangular box before scanning it. There was a high pitched beep after he scanned the item, then he asked if that was all I was buying and I said yes. "That will be four dollars and fifty-nine cents" he said. I paid a quarter of it in cash and put the rest on my debit card. This pack of Marlboro, so small and so stupid. I call them cancer sticks. So stupid and literally nothing; but to me, it was everything. So I brought it back to your place, knocked on your door and presented you with this box of cancer sticks. I thrust the Marlboro into your hands, and …show more content…
You told me you love me and then asked me to leave. "I'm sorry?", that was all I could say. And I kept saying it as if it were my own personalized prayer. I said it louder and louder to make sure you can hear me because I don't deserve this. The worst thing I have ever done does not define me. So you don't get to say "I love you" just so you can get what you want and act like you never cried out to me as if pouring my whole heart out to you was nothing. I love you so much. I bought you Marlboro, cancer sticks, to make you happy; but you wanted to sleep with me. I wanted to make you happy, but you only wanted to sleep with me. The moment you were done, you locked me outside of you, pulled your pants up, patted me on the back, and handed me my purse with my car keys. I walked away as my pride drained from my steps, replaced with tears. The Marlboro that was inside my purse when I was walking back to your place was replaced with a sealed, unused condom. I was told that I was sugar, spice, and everything nice. If only I knew it wasn't a metaphor. As time went by, I learned to value whoever values me, and not treat as a