China

Your smile, teetering at the edge of your face, like china about to drop and break. I’m sitting, terrified to push too hard.

 

You’re eyes are pleading, begging for something that I can’t give, something that I will never be able to give.

 

People are talking, laughing, but you’re not. You’re smiling that smile that makes my stomach lurch and my head throb. You’re staring, and I can see the fear, my own terror.

 

Someone’s talking to you, mouth flying open and spilling words that only break over you, falling into bits. I watch them fall, and I watch you wobble.

 

The china never breaks though, it never can finally be over. It teeters there forever, spinning until someone can straighten it. Waiting until someone can knock it off.

 

I want to knock it off for myself. I want to watch you be freed, flying before you crash

 

But I know that you need someone who can straighten it, I know you need someone who can set you back.

 

Someone who’s not me.

Reviews

[ganga ramesh]

Great write..except that you could bring it to a condensed poetic form so that it will be more appealing to eyes as they are to ears and mind:)

[Pawprints]

yeah...i contemplated changing it, but i have an urge to keep it in it's original form. I wrote it for a friend a couple years ago, and i felt changing it would betray my old self.
Thanks for the review :)

[ganga ramesh]

well, then it should be as such...AGREED:)

[Pawprints]

Haha... :)

[ganga ramesh]

:)

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~ heartbreaking... but superbly written... i loved the flow of thoughts...

[Pawprints]

Thank you

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~ you're very welcome... and i like the way this was presented... i'm not a form and structure addict... i love freedom... and you're free to present your words the way you wish... at any point in time... or so i think...

[Pawprints]

Thank you again. Your words mean a lot :)

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:)