Wednesday, 3 October 2012

12 50am

everything i had tried to say to you that night was just an idea of something else to say another time. and all of those sentences that i had stored up in my mind, carefully phrased and perfectly constructed, were lost to me; the hours spent picking apart their form - remodeling their intentions - useless. gone. you never cared too much for what i had to say, so perhaps i should never have bothered. but there were secrets i could not keep any longer; your eyes, never quite focused upon mine, begging me to tell. the delivery came all wrong and the thousand beautiful things i had wanted to tell you for the eternity that i had kept them mine, became little more than slurs of sound and you didn't understand. i stumbled all over myself, and i tried to make it work, but i was wrong to have thought that you would ever want to know the truth about yourself. you sighed away into your sheets and folded yourself into the dark and i could only lay awake and wait for you, hoping there was something else to say. but the weariness of your breathing said it all.