SHE
is laying in bed with the door
locked.
The curtains are drawn and the light's off.
The Notebook is in the DVD player.
An empty tub of ice cream is on the floor,
next to dozens of crumpled tissues.
She's got her music blasting,
so loud no one can hear her sobs.
Her fingertips are smudged with black
from wiping away mascara-stained tears.
She's replaing their last conversation,
thinking I'll never get him
back.
HE
is sitting on the
edge of his bed with the door locked.
The curtains are drawn and the light's off.
Call Of Duty is in the xBox.
The controller is laying on the floor,
right beneath the spot wher he nearly
punched the wall in hisown frustration.
He's got the music so loud,
so nobody can hear his cries.
His hair's a mess from running his hands through
it.
And he'sreplaying their last conversation,
thinking she'll never take me
back.
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