chellelynn
Your fingers slowly caressing my thigh while you drove distracted me from the awkwardness I had been trying to avoid. I hope you didn't notice me noticing the gentleness of your touch. Sometimes life works better without words. Maybe I said too many or maybe not enough.
We decided to pack a bag and leave for awhile. Spur of the moment adventures always brought us closer together. You were always been afraid I was going to get bored but I'm not that girl anymore. You were the only one who could keep me, I was yours. We'd left work at home for a couple weeks and reschedule our books. You always wanted to travel the entire length of Route 66. I was always down for anything involving you.
She never returned to the library that day. After years of reading other people's stories she finally decided to go out and make her own.
Pieces scattered everywhere. She's neither her nor there. Uneven seams and unrealistic dreams. Split. So what you see can never be what you get.
She sits in the shower with water running that's barely cold enough to not burn. Tears saturate her eyelids as she screams at herself. She pleads with herself to feel whole. The clogged drain forces the water to slowly surround her shaking body. The water temperature drops. She takes deep breathes and turns the shower off. Wrapped in a towel she makes her way to her bed. Exhausted from her own thoughts but relieved by the release, for this short moment she is at peace.