Sustantivo

A knot.
Wrapped around my insides.
Damn its hot.
We never really say hello or goodbye. Fire. Then it subsides.

I want to smile. It makes me feel dumb.
Instead I hide.
Embracing the denial that turns me numb.


A knot.
Tied up in my mind.
Its your fault that I need a distraction.
When you go, do you leave me behind?
I imagine your reaction.

I wish I could be strong.
Strong enough to tell you what I really think.
That perhaps with you is where I belong.

I look at him sitting next to me.
My mind wanders to the ones who sat there before.
He won't be there long, we will never be.
Damn, I wish he wouldn't talk anymore.

Since I've known you the others just don't satisfy.
Do you take me with you when you go?
I wonder if I should say goodbye.
Do you mean to leave me with a piece of your soul?

A knot. Twisting tighter as the days pass us by.

~MC~

Rediscovered ...

August.16.2008