Her letter

She put her letter on his belongings.
It was hidden from plain sight, only for him to find and read.
Others laughed and talked in the other rooms.
She sat there debating whether or not she did the right thing.
Her fingers fidgeting, palms getting sweaty.
Maybe he'll find it tonight.
She laid there staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, imagining him reading it.
A week passed and he acted as if nothing was found, nothing was read.
She wondered if he read it, if he found it.
Who found it.
A month goes by and she's giving up hope.
Love is walking around, and she's having a hard time grabbing it by the hand.
He smiles and leaves.
Normal is how he acts.
She is beginning to believe he don't accept her feelings.
She said he doesn't.
She continues to cry herself to sleep.
Wondering if it was the right thing to do.
Poured her heart into a letter, and he gives no sign of notice or acceptance.
All she did was give up.
Her heart broken as love continues to walk out the door.

Writing.

Does he still read this?
I have no page views from the United States.

I wonder if I should stop writing in my journal to someone who probably is not there.
Maybe he's looking at the computer screen.
Typing a message, letter, note, etc., wanting to press send.
Slowly hitting the backspace button, deleting the word "Hi"
or maybe the phrase "I'm Sorry"
I'm hoping for at least a "."

But as I sit on this side of the screen, state, world, universe; I'll write:
"I hope you're happy."

Not in a mean way but in a reassuring way.

I Stay

As I screamed to the world and friends how much I loved him.
I got nothing in return.
I Stay.
A cold rush of wind blew threw my hair.
Chills blanketed my arms.
But as I said "I Love You"
I heard nothing but the echo of my own words bounce back at me.
He did nothing but smile.
As if he had won a game and I was the one who lost.
He never told anyone about our love.
Laughed with others but never mentioned me,
especially being that I was standing next to him.
He breaks my heart,
but never cares; he probably likes watching it fall to pieces.
I stay.
That's practically all I can say right now, "I Stay"

I want to be loved privately and publicly.
He can kiss me,
Touch me,
but never loves me.
I'm hopeless.
"Don't say I never tried."
I Stay.

Timelapse

She thought about herself,
more and more everyday.
It wasn't until the fifth month; her scales began to harden.
Dragon like, no longer the swan she used to be.

No grace and no charm..

He made her that way.

Sex

After they had slept together they laid there,
as soon as he fell asleep; she left.
He had a smile on his face and his hair was a mess.
She could feel him still holding her,
kissing her lips making his way towards her thighs.

She had told him before, this between us will never happen.
That was when he leaned in and gave her their first kiss.
She then said this between us will never work out.
Soon he had her in his bedroom.

That next day she packed her car and pointed on a map that place she plans to be at.
She grabbed her keys and went out the door.

There he was waiting by her car....