Im leaving on a jet plane...
I watch his car drive off, its quite movie like. Cold, drizzling. A long slow goodbye kiss in the rain. But the words that I wish to speak to him lay on my tounge, unable to move.
To say such things are undoable. He says that he has no emotion, and yet I see that he does. In the way he touches and caresses. In the way he looks at me, but I could never speak the words aloud.
It would be weakness, something that is not allowed; but now as I watch his car get smaller as it continues it's journey to his home, I hate myself for not having the guts to say it.
Afraid.
Afraid of rejection
Afraid of Pity.
Afraid of loosing him.
And now I hate myself for being such a coward.
I'm falling for you.
To say such things are undoable. He says that he has no emotion, and yet I see that he does. In the way he touches and caresses. In the way he looks at me, but I could never speak the words aloud.
It would be weakness, something that is not allowed; but now as I watch his car get smaller as it continues it's journey to his home, I hate myself for not having the guts to say it.
Afraid.
Afraid of rejection
Afraid of Pity.
Afraid of loosing him.
And now I hate myself for being such a coward.
I'm falling for you.