It's interesting really, I drank coffee because you did I
never really liked it but like a child to a trusted one I gulped it down as you
took one. And laughed and smiled with a burnt tongue, you'd talk and walk as I
drank my thoughts. And tell me that " one day it would all be all
right" and that even now it was " okay to tell me, whenever you want,
whenever you want". Through the sips and painfully burnt tongue I'd cry and avoid your eyes. I'd only manage a
second when you told me to " look at you" but that was all it took.
Somewhere between the steaming cups, my moist cheeks and your gentle gaze there
was a point a way for me to gulp it down and say.At first you were a stranger
in disguise quick to anger, scary a hater. Though something in you called you
to me, and through my youth I saw your truth. The hand that guided helped and
decided. And then one day I'd decided, I looked up unguided.
"
I'm scared" I said.
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