Chewing Glass

Pondering….I am left to wonder

I hear the seconds passing

Will I simply fall under?

and die from the teenage stress that keeps amassing

Where is she? What is she doing?

She lies to him, does she lie to me?

I can’t smell her on my clothing anymore, how did that come about.

Is she thinking of me now?

She texted? “T’ammo? T’ammo” I sink to a knee…

Why is she there? if she loves me? IS she JUST PLAYING THIS OUT?

Did she mean it when she said, “wait for August my love? Just wait! please”

Her pleases and pleasures are the enthralling snare around my will

This morning was like chewing glass

But I let her make her choice

You cannot steal a love, take a love, and hope for it to last…non se pass

I will hear it from her voice

Where are they eating?

She lies to him, does she lie to me?

Will he open the door for her? She deserves that.

Will she order prosecco….? She wouldn’t order Sophia? would she?

She sent text after text this morning…She didn’t want to go

Will she find the courage to tell him, “I love another, I’m sorry, but no!”

She doesn’t want to be there…her thoughts will turn to me.

Some drinks with a friend

A glance at her breast

A girl I adored, she could help bring an end

No…damn it, it is like she’s not even here, I am clearly obsessed

NOT YOU, DAMIT! NOT YOU, You are a spell I cant break

She lies to him, does she lie to me?

Really not you, I know how dangerous you are, I’m that way too….

Did he touch you? NOT YOU that is my solemn plea

Did my hands impressions linger on you?

An amorous vision of you in my mind, you in the softness of your bed…

You consume me

And I can not see you…so I watch Donizetti…you with another…but still you…

Go through the motions

This girl is alluring, soft, supple round

She could ease my devotions

No…she knows without me uttering a sound

“Who is she?”

She is kind, so I lie to her…

“A friend”, “she must be much more”

“She is(maybe…may be) the girl I have been waiting for…thought I found, once before “

“Give me a hug, I should really go home.

You have my number, you can call on the phone

If….”

But there is no IF, there is only you.

You have become the voice in the dark,

the face in my dreams and my hope for forever.

Come home to me.