His short Brown hair taunted me as his creamy green eyes looked down at me, but I refused to look at him, because I knew that if I looked up, I would be disappointed by his words.
I knew it couldn't happen, even if he felt the same way, because he would be the bad guy if he ever said anything, and I could never let love happen if that's the kind of guy he would be.
He lifts my chin with his finger, but I turn away. He stops me before I can disappear forever.
"Don't," is all he can say. I give him a pained look. It isn't enough, no matter how much I want it to be. I must go, I must leave before I can change my mind. Before he can change my mind.
I shake my head to show that he has failed. I will not come back, even if I want to. He has his own love and I'm not interested in one, even if that love could be with him. Nothing will change my mind now. Nothing will ever change again.
My life is somewhere else, not with him and not with her. It's not here where I want it to be. It's there, where I dread going, and nothing he can say will change that fact.
Finally, as I'm about to board the plane, he stops me, turns me around, and in one quick motion, presses his lips to mine, and even though it's extremely fast so that nobody sees, my heart speeds a mile a minute at the thought that enters my mind.
What he says may not be able to change my mind, but what he does might.
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Unwritten Words
PoetryIt's so rare to need something, you don't want. It's so common, to want something, you don't need. These are the words that I want, but don't always need. These are the words that I wish need, but almost always want.
