Wishing for justice

Intently as you stare at me,
I remember how I told you it wasn’t love,
But infatuation, that you felt.

I wonder how it is that I stare back. Whether or not
my gaze sends a shiver down your spine,
If I make you feel like crying and laughing and dying all at once.
Like I should.
Like you should make me feel.

And sometimes, when skin meets skin
and hearts beat close,
I can fool even myself.
Make believe my endlessly thorough facade is real, yet...

In the aching expanse are the words
I should say,
I should mean.
And the last whispers of my soul not given to pretence
Are all that trap my breath.
I’m not lying.



I only hope you’re doing the same.
Please don’t let it be love.



...Please

by Lonicera
posted on 04/02/2008