You breathe smoke into me as I brush past you.
My nerves sing fire. I look away. You smile, waiting.
“I’m mad at you”, I say, twisting my hair around my fingers, wishing I could do the same to you.
“Why?”
“You don’t see me," I mouth, as I take in the frayed edges of your jeans, metallic glint of your belt, your veins playing havoc with your forearms and your headphones like heartstrings falling out of your shirt.
I don’t look at your face.
You step forward stealing your way under my skin. I flinch.
You raise your eyebrows, one scar slit, the other whole.You cup my chin with your guitar grazed fingers and as I fight my way out of your familiarity, you headhunt your way into my heart. Again.
“Don’t hide.”
Are you counting? ‘Ready or not, here I come!’ Say it,
It’s your turn.
3 comments:
I LOVE IT. And I love you. Worth the wait is all I'm going to say :)
Don't worry, it's not just you. NONE of us will ever know what they're thinking, really thinking. But then again, if we knew we just wouldn't care enough :)
You'll figure it out.
'Cuz you're awesome.
<3
I'm not going to try and "advise" you or "give you my take" because really, you will figure it out yourself.
I'm just going to say that this was probably one of the best pieces of writing I've EVER read, definitely your best work :)
It's good to have a muse even if you aren't "with" them.
<3
Thank you both (:
I love how we keep the faith.
My muse really needs to stop playing dead though, game over. New game - hide & seek.
..ughh..
May the force be with you two :)
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