Captains and Kale
Just one night couldn't be so wrong. I'm gonna lose control, I'm gonna go wild. You can never have it back can you? Do I even want it back? Of this I am not so sure. I remember the scent, it's so strong. I remember how the eyes traveled across my body in adoration. Those piercing gray eyes. I never wanted to be adored. I wanted more, I wanted what is told to me everyday. I wake up today and put on my facade like an item of clothing. It's so natural, so right, it is who I am now. Who I have always been. I dream about it when darkness falls, I wake up to it when light streams through my window each morning. It's a memory now. Sometimes a moment becomes a memory the instance its happening. Because its so true and so signifigant. Is my memory my secret? The sky has fallen down on me, but yet I move, I live on. Does my secret comfort me or devour me? I woke up this morning, I have my bagel and hot chocolate. My own thoughts betray me even at this hour. By lunch time I meet that scent once again for the daily lunch as always. When I am finished, those hands travel to mine. The gray eyes look at me with love. I stare back at them out of habit, is it with love I stare back? Or do I stare back to those adoring gray eyes with anguish? Do I have the power to know the difference?