Sunday, 2 January 2011

pages.

upon different pages, we do not turn in time.
I wonder if either of us will ever catch up with the other.
or whether the unease in the pit of my stomach, is more than
just something to ignore?
could it be that for all the right, the wrong still wins out?
every box must be ticked?
we don't always laugh at the same things.
hell, he doesn't even think I'm funny...
and I sometimes feel so alone I'm not sure what to do.
perhaps to carry magic in our pockets is too much to ask.
maybe I'm just too addicted to the fall.to disappointment.
to being alone.

maybe I've watched too many films, expecting life to play out
like some romantic soundtrack.one perfect scene after the other.
he cannot have my heart. I don't know how to let him.

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