written two days before we split.
She sat in the corner, hoping no one would see her. The mascara from yesterday's date was almost gone. Little flakes sat in the corner of her eyes. She sat in a cloud of smoke, not her own, mind you. This smoke diffused the sadness around her mouth.
Endless mugs of stale coffee went cold in front of her. She kept throwing them out and getting refilled.
She kept getting refilled...
With each moment, an imprint is made. A memory is formed - a memory never forgotten, though often overlooked. Each time she hurts, she makes a note. With that hurt comes a power you can never have.
Try and take it, but it shall never be yours.
Endless mugs of stale coffee went cold in front of her. She kept throwing them out and getting refilled.
She kept getting refilled...
With each moment, an imprint is made. A memory is formed - a memory never forgotten, though often overlooked. Each time she hurts, she makes a note. With that hurt comes a power you can never have.
Try and take it, but it shall never be yours.