These things, I can't say and sat swinging my legs, wishing I could ask

I want to see you again. I know it's not really you, but this terribly fascinating person my mind has invented. Why is it that every time we've talked, we end up debating? Odd to meet someone who stands his ground as much as I do; we always come to a head. Last year, I really wished I could have never seen you again, and you seemed to feel the same way. Staying away was the best decision. Except, what is this meeting again and again? I can't escape you. Do you feel this right now? This little thread that runs between our sweaters, tangled and knotted, this inability to unravel and separate is starting to get annoying. I don't know what to do; I don't think it's sexual, but you intrigue me. Dimensions are crashing into each other; this city isn't big enough for the two of us.

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I will come up on top

Aug 1, 2014 at 9:04am

And you know it

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nice!

Aug 1, 2014 at 9:09am

loved how this was written.

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World* isn't

Aug 1, 2014 at 9:17am

But thank's lady, I guess it's the closest thing I'll ever get to an apology.

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So ..

Aug 2, 2014 at 4:40pm

why don't you join forces

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The World

Aug 4, 2014 at 12:31pm

I've wondered about that: If you felt I owed you an apology. I'm not sure I do.

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