It’s hard watching you
Enjoy a life without me in it
To you I am like a book
On a shelf that you forgotten.
You got me new and unbroken
And when you were done
I had lost some of my pages.
You put me on a shelf
Until you feel like reading again.
Time in and time out
Each time you come to read me
I loose one more page.
When you are done with me
There will not be many pages left
And yet I sit on a shelf
Want you to keep reading.
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Thoughts Apart
As I looked over the pier into the horizon, with you right beside me; while we listened to the seals under our feet, I could not help but think I will forever remember this moment. As I listened to you describe your want, your need to be a dolphin because “they don’t have a care in the world and about how majestic they are,” I could not help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity about what was going through your mind. As I watched you tremble while looking over the edge for fear of falling into the water below us, all I could think was I could just reach out and hold you and make you feel safe. But my own insecurities stopped me. As I look down to the water avoiding eye contact as much as I could all I could think was, He will never like you. He will never want to be with you. He is only staying with you because he has nothing else to do. These are the thoughts that I had when I watched you look over the edge as you inched your hand towards mine.
By Tristan Patel4 years ago in Fiction
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