The teardrops were filling the room, and I did not care.
Let it overflow. Let it run down the stairs.
Let it drown everyone in the house.
If only they could feel my pain.

I was so close to just saying it,
yet
you decided
to make it
sound horrible.

at 4:14 am
im still wide awake
imagining your body on top of mine
captivating me,
your large hands running down my fragile, tiny body,
claiming everything you brush as "yours".
at 4:20 am im still awake,
imagining myself on all fours,
your hand grasping my hair,
pulling it into that tight ponytail i wear during the day,
while you're telling me about how you could never resist me,baby. your words alone leaving me drenched and ready for you.
it's 4:30 am, and texting you:
"are you awake?"

i saw you a few days ago and i looked at you like we had never met before. you smiled the way polite strangers do, but i'm not falling for your trap. i used to think you had polite eyes, until i realized that you strip ever girl like that. i used to think you were loving, until i realized the only thing you love more than yourself is getting in other girls pants. you told me about forever and just as i was beginning to believe you, you taught me that the only thing that is forever is the fact that you will never be able to keep your hands to yourself. you told me you could hold my heart, but the only thing you were ever good at holding was my body, or any girls body for that matter. you see, i looked at you like a stranger because the last time you looked at me, you told me that you loved me, and that must be what you tell strangers. that you love them, because that way when you need to leave, the only thing they remember is how your eyes looked so polite and all those girls that you touched in all of the wrong places can say that someone loved them. you loved them. and maybe for now that's enough

If we can read between lines,
then why can't we read behind smiles?