Sunday, November 16, 2008
Fluffiness separates me from you. There are times when I believe I can walk to you and you would rub my thumbs with yours. You could grab my heart and squeeze out the hurt, trickling down your jacket, soaked. Drips of anguish shared between your broken heart and mine. Words barely passing among us, but we share drinks in glasses that allow me to become her to you, hands pressed tightly around arms clothed in hoodies and half smiles.
Posted by Beth at 12:00 PM