Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Cat and Mouse

I was the mouse. You were the cat. Swat swat goes the cat. The mouse goes farther into the corner. Bat bat goes the cat. The mouse goes farther into the corner still. But just out of the cats reach. Claws extended, hissing, laughing, got it this time. Playing the game, playing the game. Cat reaches. Stretches its paw are far as it will go. Reaching so far its eyes close just long enough. BAM!
I am the cat. You are the mouse. And now you're cornered. Your lies don't fly by me. You think you know what you're doing. You don't know anything. You were reaching blinding, lying, pretending you were tough. You pathetic mouse. Look who is small now. Not me. I am in control. I am not the victim anymore.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Broken (It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you)

My heart breaks. But doesn't it always? Never ending perfect. Never ending right. Unanswered questions. Unsure. Unfair. Glossing over it all. I liked him. He liked me. We were too far away for him to start anything. Then somehow I found you and I like you. And you don't. But you made me think you did. So I am confused. It makes no sense. 2+2 equals four. I'm not stupid. And he doesn't feel bad or awkward, he thinks I should feel that way. He is okay.
When I find out who do I want to talk to? Him. The other him. The Vermont him. I want to talk to him about how you upset me. But he isn't even there. Because he doesn't want to talk to me. Why? Does it hurt too much? I need you. When I am broken. I need you. But you aren't there. And it hurts me. So we are both hurt. And I am broken. Broken by two boys. While I break another's heart because he likes me and I don't like him. And its hard for him to talk to me every day; at least thats what he said. He said its hard being just my friend. And I don't blame him. Because now I have to do what he is doing. But I realized, when I go home he'll be there. Friday night. And we can talk. Because even when I am broken, I need him. I don't need any other boy. I am still broken. Broken. So broken.