cold pt 1

a crystal glaze over my eyes, the whites red and the blacks small. my lashes bare, the reflection; you standing there. and every single muscle in my face contorts itself into the simple and tired smile i give you. your hair's gotten long and your shoes more worn. i'd missed the way your eyebrows raised whenever i'd look at you. and that little birthmark above your right eyebrow. i've got this battle raging inside me when i step off the bus. a war. too much turmoil in my head. because the second you begin to say my name, i feel the tears welling. i know you can see my hesitation. but i know you can see my desire as my hands tremble while you embrace me so strongly. while your arms engulf me. all at once, an infinite amount of strange memories come rushing back to me. as though my life were flashing before my eyes. and as i breathe in the cold april air mixed with your soft musky familiar scent, my life really does flash by. at the speed of light, i feel every single emotion i have ever felt rush through my body; spreading like a cancer. and you hold me. as i infect myself with my thoughts i close my eyes. and you hold me.

shadows pt I

shadows pt II