Goodbye
Knowing I'd never see you again, I let myself take my time and made sure we could be alone.
Writing to pass the time between the rigors of a Physics major
Knowing I'd never see you again, I let myself take my time and made sure we could be alone.
Torturously beautiful. Unassumingly handsome and filled with such intoxicating passion... I don't know if he tries to avoid my gaze but he does a terrible job of it.
In a single breath, the adoration and ardent love I dare say, the hope and fantasy, all of it, was dismantled. It seemed a flawed creation, this obsession. It knew it had no basis.
I put on my red lipstick, in hopes he would notice. A defined Cupid's bow and full, deep red velvet lips were sure to showcase.
Beneath the dimming streetlight amidst the clarity of night I stood drowning in it. Drowning in perverse thought and perfect fantasy, I stood there.
It's funny how easily being away from someone can remind you of all the good times. But it's interesting how it seems to leave out the bad.
Call me old fashioned or stubborn, but the idea of associating with immoral people is disgusting.