coffee stains

Most people think they’ve got me figured out. They watch my every move, predicting what I would do next… Deciding without thinking what to make out of what they see. They know nothing about me at all. They know nothing about the surreptitious feelings that is causing my despair. He has made it clear that I do not fit anywhere in his life. Toxic as my schedule may be, I’m ready to drop whatever I’m doing just to be with him… To spend a brief moment of mirth simply having the most platonic conversation that can transpire Between two friends of opposite sexes. I bet he knows not how I feel about him. It has probably never crossed his mind. How can he not notice how his smile lights up my face? Our fleeting chitchats... How oblivious can he get? Does he turn a deaf ear or play blind to what he does not want to recognize? I could possibly love him but he doesn’t give a damn now, does he?

The sound of her voice passes through my ear like a low steady hiss. I can almost see her split tongue flicking between her seemingly ceramic teeth. I feel her eyes on me…cold and observant. I dare not make a move nor Make a sound in fear of being attacked if I looked away. I guess that’s how serpents are. They shed skin inaudibly; creep up on you when you least expect it. I’ll watch your back if you watch mine.