Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
With a quiet smile and a hidden roll of the eyes,
she made up her mind about her morning.
Wanting affection, she only received distance
and detachment. It was time to leave.
She seemed happy even though her brain
was loudly cursing. Her feelings, fake.
Wanting to hide in the goodness, pretending
everything was perfect. Ignoring that it wasn't.
He was so close, but she couldn't feel him.
Feverishly fighting for fruitful fondness.
She just wanted to keep falling. She felt
the need to keep pushing. She couldn't pull
the strings. She couldn't even reach them.