29 April 2015

Thief

Thief

I wasn’t fazed when she shied away from my touch. I expected that – top bird like her – she didn’t just jump into a situation like that – didn’t give her affections away to just anybody; especially the likes of me... I was an imposter – I think we both knew that, but I guess I fulfilled some need in her. I made her smile and I wasn’t demanding her life – just a little of her time. 

Boys fall in love with girls like her and they never forget them. They carry their memory in some sacred place within. I could have loved her – perhaps I should have loved her. Summers fade and lilies fester, but nothing lingers like words left unspoken.
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