Lost in thought
I walk along the corridor
And there you are sitting
Your eyes casually appraising my stride
On abruptly meeting your gaze my eyes instinctively open wide
Tell-tale sign of my embarassing attraction.
I hate my transparency.
You wave hello and I coolly do the same
Such a shame.
You were the only risk I ever took.
How nice that high horse I gave you must be,
If only I could take back all I said about liking you…
for now sweet rejector you’ll always see me as that strange person over there not worth talking to.
after a difficult day,
you feel like
a bottle of soda.
Shaken to your core with things left unsaid, undone, unknown
Trying not to seethe too much but pressure is building like a pagoda.
and you’re fizzing at the rim because you are carbon dioxide in the torrid zone
You let more effervescence through but the traces seem to miss their view.
Dissolved liquids of common ground leave no room for those outbound
with different minds, approaches and appearances
So you remedy the spill by closing the lid, thinking you’re doing yourself a favor
but you can feel yourself receding, vapours bleeding, losing your distinct flavor.
Let it out? Keep it in?
shake shake. fizz fizz.