She bites her tongue. She wishes she could push all these thoughts into the back of her mind. They're not helping her, no one can can help her. There's no one she can talk to, no one she can turn to without betraying her feelings. Maybe if she doesn't say it out loud, it wouldn't be true. Maybe if it just stays in her, it'll go away.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Her thoughts are getting louder in her head, she wants to scream. Her head spins and she falls back into her seat. She wonders what he would think of her if she told him all this. He doesn't know. He shouldn't know. Nothing she can say will ever turn back time or fix all the mistakes she's made. If only he'd talk to her, he'd know. It'll all go back to the way it was those years ago. She never thought she'd ever be without him, but here she is, years on, without him.
He's twiddling with his thumbs across the room and looks across towards her. Yet it looks like he doesn't even see her. She misses him. He knows that. He can see it in her eyes. Why does she always look like she's about to cry? He hates that he can't help her anymore, she made her choice.
In the other corner, she wishes the darkness would just eat her so she could disappear. Her train of thought carries on, dragging her along with it. She stood by him through thick and thin. He thought he knew her well enough to think that she would not leave him for anything. He was wrong. She stopped calling. She simply disappeared from his life, she had to. He never had to look for her before. There was a gap in his life that she always managed to fill. It's empty now. Where is she?
He never questioned her abandonment. He never asked. Somehow everything just managed to slip away. One phone call would have been all it took. She loved him, he knew that. She would have done anything for him. Stubborn as he was, he thought she'd come back. She always did. Her toys never lasted. Their friendship was more than just play -- it had a lot of build up over time. Nothing like the fickle toys she played with. That was them. This was him and her. Why isn't she back yet? She fell and didn't get up. It's been four years. She had to give him up while she was down there. How long will she stay down?
Will he ever know?
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Her thoughts are getting louder in her head, she wants to scream. Her head spins and she falls back into her seat. She wonders what he would think of her if she told him all this. He doesn't know. He shouldn't know. Nothing she can say will ever turn back time or fix all the mistakes she's made. If only he'd talk to her, he'd know. It'll all go back to the way it was those years ago. She never thought she'd ever be without him, but here she is, years on, without him.
He's twiddling with his thumbs across the room and looks across towards her. Yet it looks like he doesn't even see her. She misses him. He knows that. He can see it in her eyes. Why does she always look like she's about to cry? He hates that he can't help her anymore, she made her choice.
In the other corner, she wishes the darkness would just eat her so she could disappear. Her train of thought carries on, dragging her along with it. She stood by him through thick and thin. He thought he knew her well enough to think that she would not leave him for anything. He was wrong. She stopped calling. She simply disappeared from his life, she had to. He never had to look for her before. There was a gap in his life that she always managed to fill. It's empty now. Where is she?
He never questioned her abandonment. He never asked. Somehow everything just managed to slip away. One phone call would have been all it took. She loved him, he knew that. She would have done anything for him. Stubborn as he was, he thought she'd come back. She always did. Her toys never lasted. Their friendship was more than just play -- it had a lot of build up over time. Nothing like the fickle toys she played with. That was them. This was him and her. Why isn't she back yet? She fell and didn't get up. It's been four years. She had to give him up while she was down there. How long will she stay down?
Will he ever know?
1 comments:
The entry is moving :)
When I read it, I guess it's something I can relate to,at some point.
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