Thursday, September 17, 2015

Platonic

They fight like lovers...

They kiss (or not); always make up. I've witnessed quiet gestures here and there. I'm trying to be an adult about the situation. My emotions however, are starting to give me away. There's a constant, childlike tantrum happening on the inside.

I don't think he cares--not with his heart anyway. His mouth seems to say to me all the things he shows to her. 

I feel intrusive in my own space;
and alone in love.