awkwardA Poem by Gabriellelove my imagination!we walk into the theatre, its awkward at first, we've known each other for years, but it's never felt like this.
we settle into the plush seats, and the lights dim, neither of us really want to see this movie, but thats what we get for being spontaneous.
i carelessly hang my hand over the armrest, you don't get the hint. i start to shiver, your eyes are drawn to my hand, it's shaking; it's cold. you lace your fingers through mine in a desperate attempt to warm them.
i sink lower into my seat, so that i can gently rest my head on your shoulder. "you're breathing really fast," you whisper to me, i manage to breathe out a "hah, yeah."
before i know it, the credits are rolling. i couldn't remember the plot of the movie if i tried. we get up to leave the theatre, but your hand never leaves mine.
outside, we run into a group of your friends. your hand immediately drops mine, and rushes up to push the hair out of your face. nervous habit, i think. i try not to be obvious, but my face falls the minute that i can no longer feel your hand on mine.
you bring me home, and you pretend not to notice. you don't want to think that you did anything wrong, even though you're sure that you did.
when you don't get out of the car, and your goodbye is empty, thats when i realize, that we're not going to make it, because i will never be enough for you. © 2008 GabrielleReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 3, 2008 Last Updated on March 24, 2008 AuthorGabrielleMAAboutHey there. I'm Gabbi. I don't write too often, but when I do it will come up here. uhm... yeah. more..Writing
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