Thursday, April 28, 2011

happy endings are hard to come by

You fill me up,
with comforting lies
of told tales,
with happy endings.
one, that ours will never be.
Of warmth in shared blankets,
Of togetherness,
suffixed with forever,
Of waking up next to each other
and kissing without brushing...
Of holding hands,
despite and through the distance,
every single day.
Of crazy fights,
and walking out
on cool summer nights.
Only to look back , teary eyed.
Of glances, stolen across the room
and the redness that ensues
on each cheek.
Of sharing bitefuls of dessert
and shoulders to lean on,
during movie nights...
Ours will never be that story.