today was gray. gray like the clouds hanging overhead, though the sun was determined to shine. gray like the way i felt hearing about your life- the life you’ve lived without me in it. i’m not quite sure why i felt so entitled to your days; i guess i cared so much i felt like […]
i think i know now why i held on for so long. it wasn’t that your stories were so grand or your eyes so enticing, not your laugh putting me at ease or your touch so inviting. it was the prospect of your love that i was truly reaching for no matter how i chose […]
you say you’ve got it all figured out, but i can see through your skin. transparency was always something that you couldn’t help from coming easily. even though you didn’t let me in you let me knock upon the glass. i saw your room, cluttered with sadness, and the darkness clinging to your walls. your […]
if i could describe the way that pink feels the pink clouds above me and how my mind reels. my heart catching up to the words caught in my throat- if i’d known it called for rain then i would have brought my coat. maybe blue this time, every day is new with you. somehow […]
i could build a house with all these thoughts, fill it up with all my days. i could build a room for you if perhaps you’d like to stay. there’d be old wood on the floor since i’ve loved you for so long and curtains on the windows i’ll keep closed when you are gone. […]
i’m too tired to fall asleep; all i can do is think about you and everything you said. oh, wasn’t everything you meant a lie? now i see, who you were to me- it wasn’t true. how wrong of me to assume that there wasn’t anything but truth in your smiles, and how foolish of […]
i feel the air against my skin warm, and soft, like your touch. the gentle roaming cars pass by towards the lazy afterglow of the sun. i feel the air against my skin slow, but fleeting, like your love. straining, i can almost hear your voice as it was on that night- rhaspy as you […]
i keep checking my phone, hoping to see your name on the screen. i don’t know why; each time i’m only disappointed again. i keep thinking of you, though i know that i shouldn’t. if even i can’t understand it, than what’s the use in worrying? but i keep wondering what could happen, if somehow […]
and i’ve never known this thought before or entertained it in my mind that even though it seems you are- perhaps you’re not just being kind. perhaps the gentle smiles you give are signs of what you feel and maybe your outspoken laugh means that this is real.
all along i knew i was only fooling myself, and here i am again, coming face to face with the reality. i knew you couldn’t feel for me; i knew that much was true. but now that i’ve heard you say the words i don’t know what to do.