And we're back to square one again.
She's here, and she's not.
I'm looking, and she's not.
But something has changed between us,
Like a book shifted slightly out of place.
How can she so easily ignore,
Something so strong, so fierce?
How does she not feel the pull,
The impatience to drown into each other's souls?
How can she pretend nothing's changed,
That everything's just the same?
It weakens me,
Like a punch in the gut,
The sour test of lemon,
Like salt in wound,
My gaze falls upon what she's placed before me,
The only thing she's left me, so coolly, with.
"Pride and Prejudice"- is it a message?
That our worlds shall never collide?
Is this about ego, about belonging to different worlds?
The questions claw at my heart,
As the realization hits.
I'm just a blue eyed boy behind the desk,
At a library she often visits.
I open the book blindly,
To carry out what's expected of me-
The boy-behind-the-desk's routine.
"Coffee?"
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Him & Her
PoetryHe is in love with her. She is in love with him. Their problem? She can't speak. He doesn't know if he can wait. But they both want a happy ending. Badly. A love that was mute, unspoken, but deep, all the same. It's not complicated. Unless you're...
