This is a writing about a relationship that I have been out of for a minute but it was the most confusing relationship that I have ever been in. This is the definition of a moment of weekness that I found myself in and I regret every moment of it
Walking alone, its late
In the darkness I feel the cold night
Air on my face and. I walk. Searching. Looking for somewhere
To go. Someone to understand.
I arrive, at the resturant.
My new sanctuary,
I feel sick and my body
Yanks toward the bathroom.
Im on the floor. Choking...
I take a seat and suddenly my
World and my surroundings go
Black and there is nothing I
Can do to stop the daze, the fact
That Im fading.
My mind slips to another time
And it romances the empty
Corridores of my mind, they're
Silent and its creepy. Im not sure
Whats going on.
Thoughts of my life race through
My mind and they dont feel like
My own. Like my eyes are reading
Books but I dont actually see the words. My body shakes.
I wake up to a woman tugging at
My arm handing me some food.
Which my body craves.
I eat like I wont eat again for weeks
Which in this moment its reality.
They tell me the meal has been
Paid for by the man who just left.
My mind continues to race and
Im confused. Why? Why'd he do
This? He didnt have too.
He comes back sometime later
Im not sure why.
I didnt see the guy before but
I know the man who walked it must be him hes staring right at me.
I get up and walk outside.
This is the ultimate test.
I turn around and hes there.
I show my ass off.
Im finally finnished showing off
I decide to ask if he minds if I sit
Next to him. He slides over, I sit
And we start talking. I guess one
Of the waitress' told my story.
He invites me back to his place
I agree but it doesnt happen
For a few weeks. We talk and all
I can think about is his eyes.
My eyes. Our eyes locking.