Thursday, March 22, 2007

Why would he laugh? It isn't the least bit funny. I'm not being silly or ridiculous. I feel helpless in this insecure position. I hate those pictures. They taunt me when I’m awake and in my sleep. It's impossible to get their photos out of my head. Is he still in love with her? Why can't he just erase all that data? Are they of such importance? Frames of the past are kept to reminisce... It's like death all over thinking that.

If she still possesses a place in his heart, what do I have then? Does he really love me? I am in pain and I can't express it. I turn away in bed; with my back facing him, I cry silently. I love him wholeheartedly but, why won't he let me? My feelings for him are clear and true. I want to age and grey with him. Will he ever feel the same?

I may be young, but I've been around and I had my ups and downs. I know what I want... I want to love and be loved. I want a love that could last and relish till the end. It doesn't have to be all lovey dovey every single day... I just need to know that she no longer exist in him, that there's just me.

It's driving me insane. It's excruciating but I can't stop. Their frames of love are killing me.

Imprisoned.

Broken incantations,
Magical vial;
Fading reflections,
Unjustified trial...

Withered rose,
A patient wait;
Doors close,
We give and take.

Charms of caliginosity,
One apathetic prince-
Tortured in obscurity,
Shiver and cringe.

Solace in memories,
An escape through the phone.
Emotion buries,
Frames of different tones.

Love,
Brenda.
3/22/2007 03:19:00 PM