The night came to a sorry end. We stared at each momentarily in silence. You took my hand in a fashion that possessed umpteen familiarity; we were stepping on unsafe territory, our souls lost and hearts lonely. I followed you to your room, our minds silently screaming for affection. Our wishes; granted.

I woke suddenly and turned toward the place where your rigid body had once laid, only to find you gone.

The misgivings of the night before remained unspoken, precious memories that merely possessed sweet sentiment was all that remained.

Nothing seems right anymore. There are noises all around me yet I'm unable to hear. There are smiles and compliments; yet I'm unable to feel. I've become numb and complacent. I no longer know who I am; or what I've pushed to become. Or perhaps that's the problem; I haven't pushed at all.

My own house is an awkward aura of contempt and utter hatred. I'm no longer allowed to feel okay; I hate this place.

               The sun made the gold of his band glisten. I closed my eyes tightly and dared, momentarily, to believe that it was his right hand I’d witnessed. I inhaled and turned for a second glance, it couldn’t be so; fate, once more, was against me. My heart shattered and smoldered; my heart was now merely corrupted. My life was a lie, my existence; in that dashing moment had become insignificant. My body lost touch with reality as I failed to exist in that moment. My heart; it became a stone mold of its former self and struggled to beat, let alone feel life. I was present, yet non existent.

                        & now nothing posed as relevant.

& it hurts that you don't like me the way you do others.

but I guess some people are just never meant to be friends.

"I love red on you,

really makes the colour in your eyes glow.

so how's the family?

& how's life?"

"ah, thanks..."

ascertaining what was first said

I now see how you're so madly

lovable.

yet perpetually greedy.

you know; you can't have it both ways.