Both of you, a pair of two
And then there’s me
Making it three
Making it five
Confusion, questioning
Confidence decreasing
Is there something wrong with me—
Or is it you?
Should I become a pair too?
Content to be alone
Perhaps that’s not true
But I lie to myself
As I do to you
My foot is caught
Sand seeping into my boot
It’s pulling me under
I reach out my hand to you
But you are too busy
Too busy whispering
Too busy giggling
A hollowed pit of a stomach
A gutted pumpkin inside of me
Angered quickly,
But always quietly
Keeping my emotions in check
Silence is my forte, as I am
Proud of my maturity
I believe it makes me superior—
A selfish and judgmental view
I really should know better
My anger, my venting
Falls on deaf ears
Your eyes never straying from his
Mine look away
Searching for an escape
A sanctuary
Vacant of loneliness
Full of craziness
A place of laughter and fine tunes
Ear buds, ticket stubs,
Philosophical bookmarks
Alright for now
But the sadness creeps in
My mind is always drawn back,
Like that of eyes to light
A black rain cloud above my head
Sniffling nose,
Followed by light showers
Quiet showers
But rain none the less
No one can tell
No one can see
No one can hear
I never let them
I still reach out
Calling, searching
For my lost friend
But your attention is drawn away
Knees turned to each other
Clasped hands
The last of my sight
As I turn blind
I cannot speak
My head has already gone under
My mouth full of sand
It’s cold where I am
Frigid like ice,
Slithering beneath my skin
Cracked, fractured
Racing along plats of white glass
Slippery, slick
Surely sinking into oblivion
