My first date. . .
Ever. . .
It was at the park, not very far from home.
We talked, laughed, all that.
But there was something that we both knew was there. It was like some sort of wall, separating us. This wall is quite troubling. I don't understand what it is and I don't know how to get around it.
It's like a barrier between our communication. We talk, but we don't know what to talk about.
Sometimes there are silences.
Very
Long
Silences.
These silences put me under some stress. They make me panic and think of something to say, but my mind goes blank because it's too busy panicking.
"I feel like things are a bit awkward between us now, I don't know why."
Oh how badly I wanted to respond. But once again, there was nothing I could say.
Ever since we started dating, there was a loss of words between us.
I want those words back.
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A Lust
PoetryShe feels she is incomplete. She needs something more. Something deep down inside her knows, but it won't tell her. She has a vague idea, but she still isn't sure what her subconscious wants. She will find out eventually.
