Like Moths to Flames

Sweet

Caitynn, george and steven sit on the couch as jacob does on the green chair across from them... I zone out by staring at a wall. Clearly he can see the way them being next to each other effects me? Right! No. That's right they can't. I stare lifelessly at the ground by his shoes. He whispers to me,

"Are you alright?" I stare back at him blankly, obviously I'm fine.

"Are you hungry?" I gaze into his eyes and I begin to feel tears we'll up. No. I will not cry. He gets up and leaves.

Good. Bye.

-* when I'm with you I don't wanna be with you-*

Jacob returns walking awkwardly, holding a plate. A plate of hot pancakes topped with maple syrup. He places it on my lap and sits next to me,

"eat please.." He pleads staring into my eyes. My eyes well up once again. He takes the plate off my lap,

"I'll put them in the fridge." He smiles.

I wish he would leave me alone,  he's like everyone else... out to hurt me, out to make me cry.

Caitlynn and Georgia hover over Steven,  drugged up and drooling from smoking the toxic whiteox tobacco. Slowly Caitlyn grinds down on him. I begin to shiver. Stupid. Fucking. Slut. Your ex-boyfriend who you just cheated on is fucking in there feeling like shit and your here with a fucking new boy a week later. Fuck your a piece of shit.

I kick the green chair back and storm to the shed.

-*Why the fuck can I not hail a taxi?

Arm out like a Nazi - every cunt's driving past;

Where the fuck is everyone?

I can't see anyone*-

My head is spinning and my throat closing;

Anxiety rendering me useless. I knell down and being coughing, I feel it. His arms snake around mine, my heart beings to pound.

"it's okay" he whispers softley, slowly he lifts me up;

"Would you like to dance"

Would you like to Dance

Would you

Like

To

Dance

... Dance?

" I don't dance." I snap,

Tentatively he places his hands on my hips and my arm on his shoulder,  we begin to sway back and fourth slowly and then it hits me, he's out to hurt me. I step away and the warm feeling connecting us disappears.