They released me. I dint want this, but god, it felt sexy.
He left in a hurry, dreams of treats and tricks. I knew he would be heartbroken. Leaving his love, landing with a thud. Each day he waited, a voiceless want of no treats and tricks. Restless, relentless, his train would come, as he sat in the opposite station. Never lost his memories, sometimes I wished he had. Swimming in his tears, blocked by doorless ice. No windows too. He didn’t mind being tricked, but the game had lost its fun. Never gave up, he knew his love had not left him, he had. Hiding beneath the carpet, her scent was not nearly enough. Searching for their secret space, untouched by messy minds. They did meet someday, I think. Each a ghost, aware that there were no choices. Anymore. One day, she died, or something did. His love never left him but the train didn’t arrive again.
I am an outsider looking within. What a strange land.
I was never good with words but your smile was meant to be recorded.
The I that was me is mine no more. Goodbye, for never shall I see you, unless…I’m born again.
The air is heavy with words. I put them in a pen and write the letter you could never read in my eyes.
Why does he plot to forgive me when I have done no wrong?
If these curtains had a memory, they would speak of all the walls we have made.
How could I let them near, when they already threw me out.
What do you do with apples, when your mouth is full of sand.