.

.

She,
Thoughts bouncing off
The walls… Questions
Piling up, pink
Petal tears dropping…
Dropping,
Dropping.
Reminiscing their entwined
Curious fingers,
Sharing childhood memories.
Not so innocent moments
But so very uplifting.
Dark self-whispers
Taking their turn
Did he?
Didn’t he?
Loves he me not?
Echoing in
The middle of her room’s
Pitch-black silence,
Evil minions’ murmurs
Confront him! No!
Don’t act needy! No!
No!
No!
No!
Solitary duel
Between her, herself and
She…

***

He,
Puzzled, numb-minded
By the lingering
Memory of his lips
On her angelic neck…
Nothing more,
Nothing less,
And everything in between.
Caught in the midst
Of this wicked Bermuda
Love triangle.
Wondering who would disappear…
Who should?
Scared to the bones.
It was so easy,
So peculiarly natural,
Just too good
To be true.
Leaving one more
Message unanswered,
Giving himself a head start
For a maybe next round,
Putting romance on ‘’hold’’
Text me again,
Text me again…
Please! I want to mean more than
He…