Truth
Bitter tears fill her eyes, brimming but not spilling. The lashes that frame her glassy eyes betray a truth I have known for some time now. She is glad to see me go. It is a strange sensation to experience. A disbelief and belief at the same time. Can one really fall from grace that rapidly? Though admittedly we'd fallen away from each other a long time past. Children the fruit of love, why does the fruit seem to spoil the branch so easily. Perhaps what is, just wasn't meant to be if it spoils so easily.
I abide no rules whence it comes to matters of the heart. Everything changes. Games or no - rules are never constant. The salt on my tongue changes bittersweet, as I pray that the fire I have for her to not change at all. We have no claims, only when our fingertips can touch. It seems to work best that way, but it doesn't change how much I wish our fingers were intertwined always.
In a few weeks if the fates are agreeable...
I abide no rules whence it comes to matters of the heart. Everything changes. Games or no - rules are never constant. The salt on my tongue changes bittersweet, as I pray that the fire I have for her to not change at all. We have no claims, only when our fingertips can touch. It seems to work best that way, but it doesn't change how much I wish our fingers were intertwined always.
In a few weeks if the fates are agreeable...