AnnieB
I collapse
Slowly
Watching him walk
Away
I collapse
Away from his arms
A lost love
A lost life
I collapse
I'm alone
I collapse
It's too dark to go on
I collapse
I miss you
You're gone
And I don't want to be alone
I collapse
And I scream
I collapse
And wish for you to come back
I had always known that my genetics weren't good. I got the mousy brown hair, eyes too big for my face, and a habit of being overweight and not being able to fix it no matter how much I tried. I didn't know that my genetics were so bad that I was bound to be sick most of my life, and that I would struggle to have kids, and when I did, they would be stuck in nearly the same boat as me.
He was all that had ever made me happy. Just three minutes earlier, I had told him that I wished I had time to just slow down and enjoy the moment, to which he replied I had plenty of time. Feeling his hand in mine, I took a deep breath and my world was perfect. Watching him drive away, my world shattered to pieces
I spilled my thoughts, no regard as to what all I was saying. he had asked me a simple question, but the kind look in his eyes made me want to talk. The way he asked, and the way he looked at me as it all came out, I knew that he was willing to listen and that IO could tus him not to say anything to anyone else. I told him everything I was thinking and feeling,and when I stopped talking, I felt better, but nothing changed between us.
I slowly came back to this stratosphere, the crash feeling like it was going to kill me. I had never been so happy in my life, or felt so free. I wanted to go back to that other place, this place was not the one for me. Now that I knew how to get what I wanted, I was addicted, forever, and I never wanted to change it, or him.
He didn't have a lot of credibility. We all knew that he didn't belong there, and that the fight was his fault. Yet, when the police wanted to question him, I came to his defense. His credibility went up with my story, and I knew that I had just changed my life forever.
Watching the small animal burrow back into the ground, I wondered what it would be like to live life like that. If every time something remotely larger than me came near, I felt the need to burrow away, hide until I felt safe again. To put myself in a life of dark solitude because I was to afraid to come out and say hello to what could be the nicest thing I encounter in my entire existence.
Looking over the cliffs, I knew I was where I wanted to be. His arm was around me, gentle but firm. The sun was setting far off over the cliffs, and the wind was blowing. We had been here most of the day, and while we were tired from walking, I was reluctant to leave the solitude of his arm and the open space.
Math class, geometry. I am in that this year. I wish I could pay attention and actually do good in the class, but there is one guy in there who keeps me from doing that. Geometry really isn't that hard when you can look at the front of the room and see the board, not just slate grey eyes. Not just a smile that is ever present. Wish geometry could help me figure out how to deal with this.
Standing in the kitchen, I was getting bored. I had been there for three hours, making dinner for the family. I was done with main meal and working on desert when my husband got home. He worked all day, then went to the gym. Since I knew he would be wearing nothing important, I kept my back turned put grabbed a hand full flour. I waited for him to be just two feet from me and turned, quickly tossing it, then grabbing the entire bag and dodging away from him. Two handfuls later, he got the bag from me. Our goofy moment resulted in a big mess to clean up, and me lacking flour to make desert.
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