i don't know whether or not i can take it anymore. i feel as though i am about to burst.
a* is sitting in front of me and i force myself to read my book. i pose, head down and squint at the letters across the page. i read feverishly, frantically, my eyes scan the page, left to right, left to right...
but all i take in is a*. all i can hear is a*. all i can see is a*. all i can feel is a*.
a* stands by me and comes closer. and for a moment i remember... holding hands with a*, being close to a* and i want to feel his breath against my cheek again.
he tells me he's bored.
i want to shake him.
tell him he's a fool. tell him how much he hurt me.
tell him how much i could love him if he let me.
i smile.
and i feel like exploding on the inside.
a* is sitting in front of me and i force myself to read my book. i pose, head down and squint at the letters across the page. i read feverishly, frantically, my eyes scan the page, left to right, left to right...
but all i take in is a*. all i can hear is a*. all i can see is a*. all i can feel is a*.
a* stands by me and comes closer. and for a moment i remember... holding hands with a*, being close to a* and i want to feel his breath against my cheek again.
he tells me he's bored.
i want to shake him.
tell him he's a fool. tell him how much he hurt me.
tell him how much i could love him if he let me.
i smile.
and i feel like exploding on the inside.
Current Mood: figment
what's on your mind buttercup?


