I smile,
I laugh,
I glide across the wooden floor in my socks,
As music blasts from my iPod,
...
You call yourself a friend
Yet when I break, you laugh.
You call yourself a friend
...
2 am and I'm wide awake
My mind refusing to be silenced
My eyes refusing to shut
...
A week I went in silence
Refraining from all means of speech.
No one seemed to notice,
...
An elegant man with an elegant name.
He was endlessly fascinating
With empty eyes
And a brimming heart.
...
I would write about what I dislike about you.
But why would I do that,
When I could write about your innocent smile
Or the way your eyes lock steadily on mine?
...
I made a small list,
A compilation of names
That make my heart sing.
And the list went as such:
...
Hands hands hands.
Hands all around me.
Hands that trace my lips.
Hands that pull my clothes.
...
Tangled in my sheets,
Curled up in a ball,
Willing it away,
Praying it will stop.
...
Happy Happy Happy
I smile,
I laugh,
I glide across the wooden floor in my socks,
As music blasts from my iPod,
Filling the room with such emotion,
That I can not help but giggle with glee.
I spin around and
Twirl in circles,
My mind free from all pain.
And I am filled with joy for a moment.
I am happy.
Happy.
Happy.
Happy.
The word escapes my lips,
And I look down
And see my socks
And they are striped
And I grin
As a single silent tear
Rolls
Down
My
Cheek.