Let me breathe, please. How could you surround all of me with this unspoken distress? It suffocated, your misery that was mine alone. I didn't need you to do this, not when I should finally say it. And that strong hand behind my head, fingers threading in my unbound hair, had to bring me closer to your eager mouth, had to crush my momentum, had to make me forget what I was supposed to do. In this darkness, where I couldn't make out anything but your hovering silhouette, I screamed inwardly the words that would be forever trapped in my mind. This was just the beginning of our end.
December 17, 2008
the matched clothes.
Let me breathe, please. How could you surround all of me with this unspoken distress? It suffocated, your misery that was mine alone. I didn't need you to do this, not when I should finally say it. And that strong hand behind my head, fingers threading in my unbound hair, had to bring me closer to your eager mouth, had to crush my momentum, had to make me forget what I was supposed to do. In this darkness, where I couldn't make out anything but your hovering silhouette, I screamed inwardly the words that would be forever trapped in my mind. This was just the beginning of our end.
