Are you shooting me clues, of how you broke the vase on the living room floor? Are you telling me not to walk across the oak wood floor for fear of my cuts staining the rugs red with blood?
I can’t even breathe, you grasp my neck so tight, I’m losing air. Gasping, panting, silently, pleading for you to let me go, and set me free from your hands, I kick, I thrash around violently until I lose consciousness of reality. I fall to the ground, numb from the pain you’ve caused, drenched in my sweat and tears. I fall into a slumber, too weak to remain awake....
Which seat should I take? If I automatically vie for the passenger seat, I’m insinuating that we’re back, back to the simple times were overthinking of where I would sit was not even in the recesses of my mind. It could show confidence, but that’s far from how I feel. It would suggest forgiveness, understanding, something which I may not be ready for. If I sit in...
Friendship is like a seed planted in the dark soil It is watered, and nurtured to grow into a beautiful plant. Each seed a different size and color With open arms it receives the showers of abundance that the heavens provide
One set of footprints along the sand, The waves washed them away, And as I looked back all I could see was the glistening light reflected off the ground. A barren desert, a frozen lake, a still forest . An empty road, a childless mother, a weeping widow. An abandoned cabin deep in a wood. A castaway forced to live off the land. An orphan in need of love. A forgotten shipwreck at the bottom of...
Who are you? I do not recall for memories blur in the moonlight get lost in a river disappear in the night.
I could have run, Left the cold salad And chicken, and run. Run past the tables And customers, and waiters, And waitresses, and just run. Run until I reached the heavy door, Breathless, tired, free. I would’ve looked back, See you still sitting in the booth, Playing with the ice in the cola, Waiting for me to return, Without the slightest notion that This...