My days, nervous glances
Worrying for her, endlessly
She does not smile at his name
Now, she cringes at the sound
Each delicious syllable a knife
A paper cut
Words pass her quietly
She covers her ears,
Concentrating only on dissecting
Every opportunity she had
To not ***** up
Every opportunity missed
I watch her, anxious
Hands shaking, grasping
Head hitting pillow,
Mind wandering back to him
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
My days, nervous glances
Worrying for her, endlessly
She does not smile at his name
Now, she cringes at the sound
Each delicious syllable a knife
A paper cut
Words pass her quietly
She covers her ears,
Concentrating only on dissecting
Every opportunity she had
To not ***** up
Every opportunity missed
I watch her, anxious
Hands shaking, grasping
Head hitting pillow,
Mind wandering back to him
