She stared at me and I stared back at her, cursing internally. I couldn't bring myself to be much more than a coward about it all, so I swallowed the words quickly and looked out the window again. Running my fingers along the cold glass and studying the chipped red nail polish. You opened the door and I jumped in surprise. You were the last person I expected. I've moved, changed my name and number. You find me nonetheless, breathing out... Inhaling my scent, you have hunted for these words too long. I've stopped speaking, so we lock eyes and disregard the awkward silence. It's comforting... more acceptable If nothing's said... the postal service begins to pound against the floor... "But everything looks perfect from far away"... I take a step back and I know you won't reach to follow me. You never did, you probably never will. And it's acceptance in a bitter state that brings that to a comforting reality. So I turned and ran... I know you've made your choice. Until you're on the hunt again, anyway. An Itch you can't scratch yourself... begging for my claws. They make you bleed, even If It's all for show. Even if, turned away from your glare, she's still staring at me with disappointment in knowing that I shouldn't be here. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm locking eyes with the floor, wondering how long it'll take this time before you've had enough and you raise your gun, become the hunter again and blow my brains apart. It'll be a colorful picture, if you could only see it now. The way it's played out in my mind. All the walls covered in my overrated brains... nowhere to run, no ability to plead mercy... I await the bullet with great anticipation. As much as I await your next lie, anyway... anything you could possibly say with the gun barrel sitting nonchalantly in your mouth... the postal service has skipped... I turn and wonder why just before I hear a gunshot......
... bang bang...
...we're dead, baby. Good show...
 Made27 · Sun Dec 26, 2004 @ 02:23am · 0 Comments |
