| Untitled I didn�t much care for the way things went between us. It was not how it was supposed to be. All the times I had told you what I wanted from life, (as with pale lips and starry eyes we talked into the night), you seemed to understand. You can do it, you would cry, and through the darkness I could see your smile, hear you laugh because you were so full of joy you couldn�t help it, and adrift on possibilities we would dream together. The things we said, they seemed like they could come true. But now we no longer talk on the porch And now you do not seem to care about the things that go on inside my head. When I look at you from across a room, your eyes do not register anything. You are not interested anymore in those things inside of me That used to draw you out into life. No, I didn�t much care for what happened between us. It broke several fragile things inside of me, Which have now splintered into disaster And I am left here amidst the mess with no idea Of what to do next. Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better If we had never happened at all. (I wonder these things as I sit alone on the porch, pale lipped perhaps but no longer starry-eyed and very very alone) -Lolita Candace Grae |