I am drowning in my internal monologue
with a heavy heart,
and unsaid grievances.
Unable to reciprocate an unsaid desire,
between empty pages and unlit cigarettes.
As the ink smears on our faces
your long slender finger picks up a fragment of the broken mirror
staring at it blindly.
The moon light reflects on our oblivious eyes
highlighting the hope it held within.
We stare at each other, without any thoughts
Just two hearts beating, filled with hatred for one another.
But emotionless on the outside.
Heavy breathing, while cursing softly under our breaths.
As the silence gets louder.
The blot of ink gets bigger,
We continue to stare at each other.
The lechery in my eyes continued to stare into hers,
The duplicity of her thoughts continued to bear on me.
We were not meant to be.