Sep 21, 2004 00:11
and so we talk like nervous neighbors over a tall fence...
it's true... we talk as though we're dancing... dancing in middle school with all the space in the world between us. dancing around each other, not with. dancing around subjects, around things to not bring up in conversation. her voice and her laugh still draw something from the pit of me. I remember memories by closing my eyes and thinking back hard. clenching my teeth as though it would actually help. i remember wanting to explode. that infatuation wanting to burst from under my skin. secretly, i want her to come here. secretly, i want her to come here and stay. secretly, i want her to say she's ready to explore this. that she thinks more of me and how i felt. feel.
stop me, won't you if you've heard this one before...
i love a lot of people. all in different degrees.
but don't mind me...
i'm just being a woman.