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i sit in the cold. inside. in front of an open door. he walks in. he sees me. he sits close to me on the bench. he puts his arm around me. "now, what are you doin' sitting here all alone? and so late at nite?" i give him nothing but a smile. we used to be friends. goods friends. then popularity took him. he is rich. he plays lacrosse. and soccer. he spikes his hair with gel. wears abercrombie and finch. i am the opposing team. yet we sit together on the bench as equals. his warmth reminds me of better days. she walks in the open door. she flashes her pearly whites at him. i neglect his response. she spys me. her eyes pierce mine with a threat unable to conceive kindness. he removes his arm from my shoulders. she: the beautiful goddess of his desire. me: a rat. a plague from his past. that is all i will ever be. her kind took a friend so true. she: a warrior of her kind takes him once again. maybe one day i will say more than a smile.
left alone on the bench i sit. i ponder of my past. my mistakes. my inablities to use my wisdom. i wonder if i have any wisdom anymore. a child of 4 or 5 stands in my lost view of the wall. "hello. like my new shoes?" she dances around as her soles light up with every step. i wish my soul would shine that bright. i respond with a smile. "leave that stranger alone." her mother jumps in my view and grabs her child. the mother has the same peircing eyes at the goddess of darkness. i am lost in my thoughts again.
i am probably the stupidest person i will ever meet. every time i look in the mirror i see what they see. the mother. the goddess. they both see a pathetic waste of oxygen. that is what i will always be. me.
left alone on the bench i sit. i ponder of my past. my mistakes. my inablities to use my wisdom. i wonder if i have any wisdom anymore. a child of 4 or 5 stands in my lost view of the wall. "hello. like my new shoes?" she dances around as her soles light up with every step. i wish my soul would shine that bright. i respond with a smile. "leave that stranger alone." her mother jumps in my view and grabs her child. the mother has the same peircing eyes at the goddess of darkness. i am lost in my thoughts again.
i am probably the stupidest person i will ever meet. every time i look in the mirror i see what they see. the mother. the goddess. they both see a pathetic waste of oxygen. that is what i will always be. me.