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secrets. oh secrets. these are the fucking hardest things to hold. you keep it in, holding the trust from another, but its when you look into her eyes, its when you look into her eyes that you feel the devestation swirl within your abdomin. in this instant, in these breaths (plunging deep), all you want is to speak it, (let it out, god damn it, let it out) but you know that if you speak but one word, the pain rolls in, (if i start, she will want its end, she will want it finished) and then, all is wrong. but why? (yeah why!?) why the hell do people keep these secrets! why the fuck do we spill them to the people that are so close to the ones that cant (but damn it, the fucking need to) hear it? sure, i have one, but if i say it, will you listen anyway? ::: posted by Eddie at 3:28 AM ... her eyes wondered around for a place to start. he would reach, holding her hand, stressing the fact that he was here, and he could manage what the cards would deal. she turned her head towards him, facing teary eyed, scared, and stuttered the first words. "Where will this go?" a shake to her voice allowed the instigation that this was not of her own vocabulary. "why would you ever ask such a thing? you know im still here and i will do...." the words dragged on as if never breaking for punctuation. where did the heart lie in the chests of men? where did we store our feelings? and why was it any different? "i dont want you to tell me" "then what?" it was that easy. it was that easy to see that if he had to ask, then he didnt know. "if i tell you, would it be the same?" she said, pulling away. he knew he lost it. but what exacly did HE lose? although initially this was supposed to be a longer process, he made it that easy to notice that it was that different. the sexes will always do battle on the front... ::: posted by Eddie at 10:12 PM |
