I don't want to talk to you.
Ever.

You may think I care.
Think I want to hear your problems.

Think again.

Silence.

You should try it.
You should.

Where is the mystery?
You share everything.

Now, I need not discover who you are.
You've told me.

Like a good book just started,
You showed me the last page.

And ruined it,
Ruined yourself.

I turn away.
Because you hold no spark for me.

And you never will.

See?

Because I don't share,
You chase me to the ends of the earth.

Because you want to know.
Why?

Silence.

I'm sorry.
I don't want to go to the beach
This afternoon.

You see,

Sun and I are not on good terms.

He's burned me in the past.
And while
It breaks my heart,
I've moved on.

His name is Moon.

He get's me.

He's softer,
Not harsh like Sun.
He's solemn,
Not obnoxious like Sun.

So we can go to the beach,
I guess...
But can we go
Tonight?

Bleary eyes, blink.
Foggy mind, reels.

Getting vertical,
Push curtians aside.

Clouds like ghosts
Obstruct
Any futile hope of a foreign
Sun.

No on will walk in the
Rain.
No one will marvel at the
Clouds.

But one...

Tousled hair, shake.
Bare feet, steal.

Relish
In the dull light of the
Day.

Corners turned.
Chapters closed.
Keys to locks no longer
Functioning.

Missing links.
Minds connected.
Tapping over ports and
Oceans.

Windy cities approaching.
Rainy cities receding.
Swapping sleet for snow.

Heart. | Breaks, mourns, weeps.
Hands. | Tangle hair, clench papers, cover face.

Far, long, apart.



Don't forget.










Please.

I have but one fear,
The witty, striped, Cheshire cat.
His many teeth frighten .

He becomes still air.
I want to weep all night long.
Go away foul cat.

His smile still lingers.
As does his laughing, fading.
Why must you taunt me?

The taunting won't end.
I tear my ears out, oh oww.
I'm turning it off.

there are 2 different kinds of lovers.
the first;
they love until their hearts bleed out.
the second;
they let the other person put in the effort and time and enjoy it.

the first usually fall for the second.

it would be amazing for two firsts, or two seconds to find each other.

never, it seems is this the case.

there are those who come right out and say they like you...... firsts.
there are those who hide behind moving vans and run from you in crowded rooms...... seconds
there are those afraid of breaking hearts......firsts
there are those afraid of getting theirs broken......seconds.
there are those who find no reason to stay......firsts
there are those who find no reason to leave......seconds

the world is divided between firsts and seconds.

why must the firsts fall for the seconds?

who ever truly taught us how to love?

Stop,
Sending me letters saying you care.
Stop,
Leaving me messages saying that you love me.
Stop,
Checking up on me saying; "You're worried.".

I,
Don't care about the words you write
To make yourself feel less guilty.
I,
Don't care about the fake pain in your voice you use
To make me feel guilty.
I,
Don't want to pack my bags
For that needless guilt trip.

Stop,
It won't work.
I,
Won't come back.