What can come out of chaos

by Lindsay   Feb 4, 2007


Miss me?
I said it cat-like.
But still trying to get a real answer.
of course without asking a real question.
You laugh and say no.
Im not sure if you are being sarcastic.
Please be sarcastic.
I look at you.
I'm not sure why but I dodge your glance.
Afraid of your eyes telling me your not being sarcastic.
I see a hand grab yours.
Slow motion sets in.
The world spins out of control.
I am off balance and feeling ill.
She kisses your cheek.
It should be my lipgloss making a stain on your skin.
You return the favour.
You are totally wrapped up in her.
She adores you.
And then there is me.
Sitting on the outside.
Where the world is out of control.
And in your bubble everything is blissful.
I would give anything to come in out of the chaos.
But you won't let me in.
Ever.
For I am not the one you want.
I won't ever be.
You don't see me in the chaos.
All you see is her.
For once can you just see what beautiful things can come out of chaos!

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