Like love and time just
Know. Plan, listen, seek, swimming.
Hand in hand, dreaming.

Her voice sounds like small
Shivers. Like a whisper on
The soft, snowy ground.

Pigeons sound sometimes like wind passing through the slit of a slightly open door.
And lockers sound like screaming mice when they open and close.
The people are speaking english but making no sense as well.
They don't make sense regardless of the way they enunciate.
Its lifeless and hollow.
Nothing clear, just murmurs.
They sound the way my nails sound when dragged across a chalkboard.

My toes are chilly.
The cold keeps me from sleeping.
Is my heart the same?

Waiting is a terrible form of torture that I subject myself to.
I look away for a moment, my impatient mind flustered, and you're gone.
I chuckle despite myself because I can't believe it. You've left me breathless again.
You've made my heart thud and my palms slick.
I waited, stared at what you wrote, at what I wrote. Cursed myself for my ****** awkwardness.
Didn't I ask the proper questions? Use the corret smiley face in the right context? Did I stay behind the necessary boundaries?
Or was my fatal mistake due to the fact that I didn't cross that invisible line?
Was it because I didn't look between each sliver between each letter in each word in every sentence?
Was I supposed to do that? Was I? Are my questions too many or not enough?
You had such a striking smirk... I wish I could picture it still.
Your presence was remarkable, I had hoped it'd linger around me longer.
You're so astounding, astonishing, outstanding. God how I wish you knew these things.
I wish you knew that the scar you imprinted on my memory was still raw and hungry for more.
Waiting is terrible, torturous as I said before.
But its cool, I'll wait. We both will.

Completely I am
Alone. Destroyed by the things
I have loved. Alone.

A cliched love story
Fable told throughout the ages.
Conventional meeting,
By chance
Absolute chance.
Feelings switch on in moments
Without any forewarning.
Its not fair
Never fair.
Looked around all night,
Discouraged.
Found you in front of me,
Completely reassuring.
Every love story is cliched.
But that love story is cliched
Unless it has a twisted middle,
And an inevitable end.