i never quite understood what she meant back then when she pinned me up against the bathroom wall and told me that i scared the living shit out of her.
there were so many possibilities as to “why?”
but with each passing time, i think it narrows down to she was too comfortable with comfortable.
content with easy.
as long as her world was in her control
and not shaken by anything else but
that of love, the kind that drowns her
with infatuation…then her world
felt like it was spinning in harmony
with the grip she desperately clung onto,
god forbid something or someone stepped into her world and did more than just shake it…
i came, i saw, i was the earthquake to
havoc that she may have not been prepared for.
so she denied me of her innermost being
and now seems to be smitten by
the blanket of another.
just another soul to pacify
her fear of being turned inside out.
whatever blows her hair backwards.
i cant say that i didnt try.
the universe as my god damn witness.