You’re in love with an act
An act of my kindness
Taken the wrong way
Taken far on the highway
You’re so far ahead of me ‘
I can barely catch up
I want to grab you
And pull you, force you to stop
As I anxiously run I try to decipher
At what moment I said what I’m after
Pretty sure I was careful
I was careful this time
Is being friendly a crime?
Did I stare into your eyes a little too long?
Did I laugh too hard at your attempt at a joke?
Did I touch you in some way that altered your state?
All I know is that now, it’s too late
My act of kindness once again failed
True friendship has sailed
I see now in front of me a man who adores
A girl who doesn’t live here anymore
As I slowly phase out of his life and mine
I am reminded that once was enough
I quickly build my wall again and promise to be rude
This way there is no mix up, no hurt and no blues
About the Creator
Lily
Writer, Teacher Assistant, creator and believer in the law of attraction
The Hands of the Clock Will Heal
Navigating relationships is a tricky business. It's going to be hard for me to find someone who disagrees with this. Coursing through the rough waters of relationships often means getting bumped once in a while. The bruises hurt, and there are sometimes open wounds that fester. Many take a while( that 'while' can sometimes be quite long) to heal.
By Michelle Liew6 days ago in Poets
The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Human connection trips that oxytocin/dopamine/adrenaline/endorphin cocktail, and for a lot of people, a missed connection, a miscommunication, the tantalizing promise of a union that never materializes... we can feel like hungry orphans on a dirty street staring through a window at people gorging themselves at a posh buffet. It's why public displays of affection can sometimes nauseate uninvolved onlookers, eh? You do a good job of exemplifying this inner conflict here. We don't want to hurt others. We don't want to be hurt. Perfectly understandable! Well-wrought! Write on!