Its the simplest moments we take for granted
Just lying together on the bed
Taking in the silence
The presence of the other
My hands roaming over your skin
The alarm is set thirteen minutes from now but we don't talk about it
We ignore the thought
Because we both know it wont last
The sound I hate the most
The alarm ringing
Signifying the end of our time together
We look at each other
That small smile
Trying to hide the pain
But its there
'Lets get going eh?’
I attempt to brighten the mood
The journey is silent
Small talk muttered between us
As we approach the station
I hold your in my arms one last time
It will be for a f
I feel as if I don't know you
Know nothing deeper than your name
The colour of your eyes
The smile on your face
But what else is there to you ?
I want to explore you
I want to know it all
To hear each chapter of your life page by page
Every sentence and syllable all narrated by your lips
To cheer you on in your moments of glory
And comfort you in darker times
If I am to fall for you I need more than this
Why am I still so hung up on you ?!
It's been 9 months 8 days ...
The clock chimes midnight
Another day has passed.
Another day of nothingness,
Another day without you.
I still think about you,
They'll tell me I'm stupid and
I should get over it , but I can't
I no longer sleep at night.
Too busy
Thinking,
Wishing,
Analysing
Everything,
Every conversation,
Smile,
Touch,
Looking desperately for a deeper meaning,
A deeper title than 'just friends' as you repeatedly called us.
I do wonder..
What's it like from your perspective ?
I pass your workplace everyday
Looking in
With hope
That maybe you'll look up and notice me
That I'll s
Imprisoned in your own delusions,
Created by the chaotic tornados
Wreaking havoc upon your thoughts.
Rage destroys what you used to be,
Sweet. Kind. Loved. All gone.
This rage controls you now.
A broken form faces the hanging mirror,
It's matster has been hidden for an eternity.
She cannot recognize herself. Myself?
She mimicks my heavy breathing and trembling form.
She is mocking me. She hates me. Everyone else does.
Smashing the girl's image staring back at me,
The rush from my hand is a narcotic,
It soothes my fury as the glass cries ruby tears.
A multicoloured butterfly fluttering across my wrist,
Your name written underne
Be careful who you tell what to,
How far you open the door to your true self.
Very few care what's burried deep in your thoughts,
Many are driven by curiosity, not compassion.
-Lilnutta10