A picture sits on a messy desk surrounded by cruel intentions and broken dreams.
My hands shake.
My mind races.
Still the pounding in my chest grows louder.
thud, thud, thud.
Shortened breath.
Dry mouth.
The taste of stale tobacco lingers.
Mistakes hover in the crisp night.
The threat of storms hang above as clouds move past the glowing white light of the moon.
Muscles tense, everything i knew is thrown away.
Sleepless nights compile over words unwritten.
An over analyzed waiting game.
Trapped in a stale white room as the walls close in on me.
Shrieks of horror rise up from my soul and yet nothing comes out as i stare blankly into the darkness.
Memories flash of us, of you, of me.
What we used to be.
What we thought would last.
Why have you kept quiet so long?
You left me stranded.
Alone.
Broken.
It's not okay for you to come back into my life without an apology.
There's two sides to every story, but the pen is faded, the story is old and tired.
I haven't much patience.
Worry fills up my mind.
I have no watch, but nothing but time to tear apart every word, every glance, every event.
Here we go again... slipping into a comatose of risk.
Heart on my sleeve, i laid it all out there.
It's your turn, your move, your problem.
