And just for thought...
It is a ritual by now,
the conversations we dangle like bait at the end of the fishing rod.
We're just waiting for one of us to take the bite.
You float into the room,
laugh that laugh that demands attention,
keeping an eye out for the corner I always seem to occupy
but you never come close enough to catch my scent.
We'll never stop,
the glances tossed, innuendos promised.
Like wine that sits for a special occasion but never finding an occasion special enough,
the moment always seems to pass.
You walk to me, your mouth forms meaningless words.
You act as if I should be honored by your presence but I never am.
This will continue indefinitely.
The thoughts we never speak, the fantasies of us in the dark,
and what we once said with no words at all.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.