Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Naked, out in the open, I stand in the cold waiting for you to look back at me. My hands tremble from anxiety, my heart chokes on every breath I take because I can't seem to fall out of love with you. I think to myself, "Turn around, look at me. Just turn around and look at me." Then you pass by and I can see you watch me from the corner of your eye. I just stand there, cold and trembling, hoping you'd give me your full attention. But you don't. Instead you pick up pace and greet a girl with a pinch on her left breast and carry her books. Crying, now, I put my clothes back on and walk towards my car. I sit down and wonder about the way you looked at me. I put my key in the ignition and drive home.