I wonder if you'd go back if you had the chance;
Or if you knew I loved you at 1st glance
Her mind wanders as she lay in the dark,
Fingers tracing, rhythmically, over stinging marks.
The only sound is her un-beating heart.
It beats for you! But how does she start?
She's supposed to be Heartless,
Angry, hurting, eyes dark with coldness.
But gods, he is infuriating
Adorable, sweet, and very frustrating,
Because he always knows what she's thinking,
Except the reason why she's crying.
She can't do it,
Not right now,
Until she finds security
In his returned feelings.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Through Oblivion
Poetry"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
