She is restless. The word impossible buzz like a cigarette high in her head. She didnt want to sleep anymore. So tired of being tired. But no more is she torn.
Knowing what she wanted. And oh, God did she want it badly. Spending half the day wishing her and she could just be. Vaguely. Remembers other lips whispering, patience, runaway, stay and fight, and flee.
With this she is not satisfied. She didnt want to be friends. Because her arms, they keep away the lonely.
Such a painful situation. But she understood this is how it have to be. Dont want to cause any complications and she'd walk away but is in too deep. So frustrated. In others she knows her face would be the only thing she would want to see. Because in her heart she wants her and only her so desperately.
It would take some time, then it could be them alone. And the thought of her wanting, desiring, seeing only me. Is the thing that keeps her hope going strong.
Donell Jones