Poems & Stories & Rants

As If

My vision was fire,

and the floor was ice,

my head filled with morning dew.

I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to watch,

and I hoped the pounding in my ears

would drown out the persistent heaves

of your breath.

I saw my motivation drip off of you,

in the form of sweat on your brow,

and I watched my mothers pride

become bruised.

The steady roll of the tire,

the sound of the seal being broken,

and the ideas pouring out,

in an attempt to reverse the past.

The squeak of the leather chair,

and the lamp on the desk always stayed on,

the curtains always drawn.

The creak of the floor boards at 2 am,

shadows crossing the ceiling,

displaying pictures to be stared at,

through misty eyes.

I payed attention to your lips,

as if I could pick out all of the 

lies.

I tried to steady the

pace of my feet,

as if it would keep my knees

from shaking.

My finger danced on the trigger,

as if lead in my brain,

would set me free,

instead of weighing me

down.