Emptiness
This is what I wanted. Faultless, unstoppable, like the void between the stars.
I liked your angles, and for a moment everyone wanted me again. My nastier side wants to make statements of the relative depth of pools, but I must admit even on an intuitive level it doesn't feel fulfilling. I am grateful for the pleasant angles of your shoulders, even if I don't actually want you.
I could taste it on your words. Terror swelled within me, that you too would say yes out of courtesy and then retract the offer. Not a situation I'm used to, the phobia of a repeat performance loomed large in my mind. Your shape crumbled to ashes in my mind, and it seemed like I wanted you no longer, and, on queue, you retracted. In your defence, it was all courtesy and openess, and possessed none of the immaturity of the first.
In a way, I am glad. It does service to my previous commitment, solidifies actions into trends and away from single destructive points. Strange that I feel that way now, not consistent except for singularity. Alone, collapsing on myself.
Currently Listening: Stars (listen)
Written On: Home Computer