Memoirs of a Love-Sick Hall Rat
Lord help me.He’s right there.
I can feel him
burning through my skin.
If only I could get inside his head
and understand what he’s feeling.
I want to reach out but…
he…
he scares me…
I’m afraid of him.
I don’t know why.
I can give him a piece of my mind
but he won’t let me be friends.
We’re like brick and flame.
He’s like a nuclear disease.
His explosion captivated me
and its deadly remnants
are seeping into my being.
Why am I so captive to him?
So I sit and count.
Sit and write.
Sit and pray.
Hoping that will pass the time,
But this moment lasts forever,
and I really wish it would end.
Don’t look.
I can’t look.
But I want to see so badly.
I want to dig into his eyes.
To find some understanding.
HELP!
Why am I cold?
Why is my heart pounding?
Why am I breathing so fast?
I need control.
My stomach hurts.
But I don’t think I’m ailing.
The stress and suspension of this all
are taking their toil.
There he is.
Cracking.
Cracking.
I cannot follow along.
I can hear him breathing.
Why does the sound of his breath
enslave my thoughts and emotions?
It’s the sound of his life.
His life without me.
I looked.
There he is.
As much of him as I ever knew before.
But hidden from my grasp.
Just outside my reach.
With held from my interaction.
What’s going on!?
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