Endless Maybes.

The dalliance between yes and no. What a brutal, blunt way of assuming your indifference. That's really sad, but at the same time I watch the "m" roll off your lips and I'd rather hear nothing else.I flinch at the ay-be to follow and my world starts to spin. I always hated tire swings. Will you follow with a smile or leave me with my feet dangling, laces slowly loosening as the world as we know it grinds to a halt?Is this a yes-maybe or a no-maybe? Or one of those rare maybe-maybes that remain unanswered? Am in in a room half-lit or half dark? Or would you rather torture me; leaving me in between borders where the two stand ready for war?
I want to punch you.

Your face isn't square nor is it oval, it is defined by you...a shape of it's own. Your hands. Where do I start with your hands? They're sturdy and reliable, and still they carry the innocence of a child. However, godlier than all of these, are your goose feather duvet lips--always warm to the touch, they never cease to please. If it were only me they pleased.
Your maybes make me sick. You look as if you want to kiss me (oh how long I've waited to see that tell-tale gleam in your eyes, that lean in your chest), but I know the kiss will taste of a maybe so I turn my cheek and stare at the cement - not half as gentle as you, but twice as solid. Twice as sure.I'll forever be able to give you what you could never give me. Assurance. Certainty. A 'yes' or a 'no.' Have I told you yet how MUCH you make me sick? Yes, yes, yes, you do. See? Yes is not so unfamiliar to me, unlike how it is to you. Yes and no is untouched territory to you and I've come to realize what an unexperienced, ungrateful, and spoiled brat you are.

So go ahead and kiss the air and leave your maybes on every telephone we pass. Sure I'll hold your hand, but before I cup my palm I will fill it with certainty, and when I don't want to hold it anymore I will let go. And worry will flicker in your eyes and I will feel sorry for you, you and your maybes.

What'll you do then? When my confidence strikes you so suddenly like a bullet to the brain? What will you do when it comes up from behind you like a soldier at war? You should've known. You should've expected this.I exhale and leave a trace of indecision in the form of mist. How so like you. I look up.Why do you watch me as if I'm the hidden treasure at the bottom of Pandora's box? Is it just me? Or do you feel it too?Say yes. Or say no. Say something; make it sure.
Make it sweet.
Make it simple.

Whatever you do, don't make it - a homicide-worthy maybe.

I want to fish out that yes from your trachea. I want it to escape from your lips. I don't care, now, if I'll struggle...if we'll end up on the floor in mid-brawl when it comes undone. Because, darling, you belong to me.

Let's keep walking.


Written by Jessica (in blue) and me (in purple) :)

We were SUPPOSED to go watch seven pounds...but we all know writing is better than going to go watch a movie. Haha.
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