You, sitting across me both of us trying not to stare at each other. Some fleeting glances here and there, some moment sifted through the air. If I could only run and hide to my deepest, darkest lair.
Funny, how we conceal each other’s feelings how we both go through so many intricate ways of hiding under the mask.
I blush just the thought of you learning what goes through my mind when I’m thinking of you. I think I better sit somewhere else.
Here I go again, swimming in my own tears
an overflowing river of self-loathing, self-pity
and all mixed-up of twisted feelings.
It’s a lonely river… a roller-coaster ride
to & from hell.
I’ve been on this river before and so I am familiar
with it’s twists and turns. I always tell myself to buckle up
because I don’t see myself getting out of this river anytime soon.
Strange how our seasons are completely opposite… I had the pleasure of waking up to a fresh-baked bread and a robust cup of coffee that a puts a smile on my face … while you are pouting like a grumpy old duck.