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Self AwareLying in wait
jilted, by a fictional betrayal
a smile flickering across your face
unaware of the wound, the scars
that have surfaced
you pulled the trigger
without even knowing ,there was a gun in your hands
I lie in wait
needing to transfer the pain
pass along the disease
as if hurting an innocent
would magically erase the pain,the torment
that has formed and engrained itself in my bones
in my head you are not the others
but their face's flood my vision
memories tearing a hole in what should be a happy moment
your face falls as I speak
attacked viciously without cause
confusion and hurt spreads
I'm left alone
no relief from anger
and then the guilt comes
but I did it anyway
knew the outcome
saw the future
because it's the past
stuck as the world moves swiftly on
unable or unwilling to let go
comfortable in my own sickness
in my cage
The Man in the Coffee ShopThe man who works at the coffee shop looks like you. I noticed this some time ago and have since frequented the place. He recognizes me now. He smiles at me when I come in. His smile even looks like yours. He doesn't say hey though- you always said hey.
I still work at the library even though you're not there.
Sometimes I look over to your desk and expect to see you typing at your computer, but someone else is there now. It's not you.
Sometimes someone will come in who looks like you. Maybe he will have the same hair, same stature, same profile, same laugh, same voice. It's never been you.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I pull at my hair and scream 'till my lungs burst. I scream for and at you. I ask how you could have left me here.
Sometimes I allow myself to believe that I will see you again. By chance we will run into each other in a Wal-Mart far away.
I go to the coffee shop on Tuesday afternoons. I order a small chai tea with milk.
Sometimes the man is working at th
High School Idiots1. Conflicting
"So Leaf," the spiky haired male said, leaning next to her locker. "Wanna help me study some math?"
Said girl slammed her locker door shut, giving him a blank face. "Nope. The girls and I are having a sleepover, tonight and I need to fix up the place." She gripped her bag on her shoulder, grunting a bit when she placed her textbook in it.
He frowned a bit. "But I really need help with math," he whined, poking her.
"Well go ask the teachers or go to tutoring, Green," she deadpanned. Giggling, she started to walk away from Green.
Green growled, gripping her wrist, preventing her from escaping. "I'll be at your house whether you like it or not."
Leaf giggled even more. "That is, if Red lets you stay."
The boy sweatdropped at the mentioning of her brother's name. He had heard rumors about the sibling. Very interesting, psychotic rumors. If they were true, he sure as hell didn't want to provoke Red— "Er... I remembered I was gonna go with Ethan to the arcade o
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