Oh. Boy.

It is another late night.
Too late maybe. Too late
        to change a lot of things.
But I have to have faith,
that this is just the beginning.

Its been a strange twenty four hours.
I have seen a lot of people, talked to
more than I thought I ever would
                          again.
My heart has been running circles
Trying to catch onto the coattails of
        what the hell I am feeling.
Because.. I have to be losing something
here. Probably my mind. Because I can't
be having feelings for you. I can't be
sitting here at 330 in the morning
thinking how nice your arms
would definitely feel around my cold
shoulders now.
I can not be sitting here, wondering
if I could ever be pretty enough
for a stupid boy like you. What am
I doing here?

Don't get me wrong, the hiatus
in no way is off. But I still can't believe
I am sitting here, maybe flirting with
you when you have a "...My...Whatever she is..."
What am I doing getting
caught up in this easy off handed
conversation?

And I can almost see the humor
in it. I don't think I'll ever really
be loveable again. There are too
many walls constructed here,
far too much scar tissue for
anyone to ever get close to my
heart. But, at least here...

I am safe.

Reviews

[Tony Hwilka]

Very well written and I do see the humor. Tony