You lean in for that first kiss and end up biting your lip
and tasting the blood that thirsted for every inch of unpleasant silence;
for every part of lost hope embarked in the wrong direction, at the wrong time.
Your ears burn with hope of hearing every inaudible word that lays in that single moment
where two decide to stare in opposite directions. One may ask, "what should we do?" when they both know that the other just wants to jet out of the room to leave the unenviable stillness that lies in between each shoulder, but instead all remains static.
Your mouth ends up yearning for a drink of anything, because rage and half act confusion has dried up whatever moisture that was present in the first place.
This could either end up making a moment or taking a life. Either one will be a story told till the end of time. So make your decision. Run. Hide. Give in. Or if you are brave, try again.
Persistence always trumps and love always ends the discomfort.
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I have had this kind of story on my mind all day, and I just had to get it out there so I couldn't regret not posting it. Thanks for the read and if this sparked any thoughts, I'd love to hear them.
I thank my sister who's text encouraged me into writing this.
Even though I never responded back to her.
Sorry sissy
