Monday, May 20, 2013

The Party was a Bad Idea




 They watch you walk in and give a small smile when you notice them. But when you are talking you can hear something different in their voice and their laugh becomes more stoic as the night goes on. Sometimes you watch them staring off at some invisible point in the distance and when they come back you notice something in their eyes is pleading:

Turn the music up louder than anyone ever has before. Say your goodbyes to me and take your hearts all back. Let this place be the last one this sad body of mine will ever conscientiously be seen.

Eventually they catch on to what you've noticed because your mouth is not listening to your mind. You are saying:

I love you. This isn't your end. Let's get our of here.

But they don't move, and neither do you

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