i'm lonely.
this house is too big,
and the walls have been the same shade of
pale blue
for
too long.

when he comes to me
he reminds me of everything
i ever wanted
in
someone.

it's not hard.
i just,
act the same way he does.
and we pretend,
she doesn't exist.

we haven't ******.
not yet.

but we stare,
and we watch.
we glance,
and we fight the smile.

fingers linger while passing
and sometimes
we can't resist falling into
each others arms
and holding tight
for a few terrifying seconds.

trembling,
smelling each others smell,
burying our heads in the sand.
pretending,
that no one in the world
can see us,
and this
is how it could
and should
always be.


then we let go.
only our eyes, thoughts,
and those sweet smells
lingering.

i'm lonely
and maybe he is too.

it's wrong
and i know it.
but these days,
the morals,
which i remember having,
aren't enough to make me say

no.
we can't.

i'm lonely.
and that's enough
to think

maybe we can...