She pranced down the sidewalk, eyes locked on the door.

She knew he didn’t expect her today but that’s the surprise.

Her heart beating out of her chest.

Hands full with a chocolate cake and skittles, his favorite.

At the brown worn door,

She quickly set down the items on his rocking porch table

The one he kept for its ‘personality’.

Breathing in deeply and breathing out her nerves, she lifted her fist.

But in that moment of silence, she heard arguing.

Two people and one was obviously her boyfriend.

His lisp was a tale tell sign.

“You said it will be quick!”a girl exclaimed

“It was but she gives us anything I ask for.” He plainly stated.

“But what about us, we barely spend time together.”

“Just a few more days and I will be through. Remember im doing this for us.”

They were still talking but theirs voices were muffled like she was underwater.

Like she was drowning in her own stupidity.

The back of her eyes were prickling with newly formed tears, her chest hot like someone was pouring hot grease directly onto her heart.

‘I have to get out of here’ she thought.

She quickly got the snacks she brung and before she even realized, she was at her bus stop.

Then on the bus. Places, things all a blur from the window.

At her bus stop.

In front of her apartment. Staring at the door like it could open by itself.

Time felt at a standstilll and life was happening in frames.

In her apartment,

She set the items down

And collapsed on her ruddy stained couch.

What should she do?

Who does she call?

She knew she should call her friends but she didn’t have the energy for the judgment.

She knows she’s wrong but for now she just wanted the aching in her chest to stop.

With the bombarding of her thoughts,

She drifted off to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow would be better

Yeah, She’ll deal with it tomorrow.