A brick

Dec 26 2008

Published by lil-angel78 at 12:28 am under Story

We talk like if there was a wall between us.

You love me like I’m made of brick.

I love you like you’re made of thin glass.

Oh baby, you’re walking on ice, you’re walking on thin ice.

But you don’t know that, you think you’re walking on brick, and that crushing noise you hear are not my bricks, that’s my heart, and you’re walking all over it.

It doesn’t matter, because you can crush, you can crush, but I will love you with broken glass and I will love your thin glass that is in fact a brick.

-the piece of you i ran with

The rain came in heavy this time. I think you had something to do with that…the sky must have known how heavy my heart was. Someone must have known.

Not you. I never kept up with your life. You moved too fast, you spoke too soon, you risked too much. Had I not been more careful, maybe you would have been mine, But you weren’t. And I wasn’t there. Until tonight.

The grass felt cool under my thighs. You sat next to me, and the beauty of the lake might have been impressive if your eyes were drawn to it, and not to me, to my lips.
In that moment, I wanted to choke you for having made me wait so long, for having let me hang so long. I wanted to pound at your chest. But I also wanted to hold you and feel your warm breath in my neck.

What to do with you, with such pure beauty and carelessness? I couldn’t hang on to you, you slipped away ever so quickly. So I sat there and watched you watch me, and for the first time, I knew I’d never have all of you. So I took that little piece and ran with it. Your eyes are still fixated on me, everyday, because that’s what I took. The rest of you is somewhere else, somewhere that doesn’t seem to matter.

I love you. I always will.