A Stranger In His Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Similar structure to my poem, The Fall Of The Angel.
I'll probably be doing a lot more poetry like this.

Submitted: December 21, 2011

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Can we talk?

My heart pounded in my chest as I sat on the concrete, staring down at my wet hands.

Listen, I've been thinking lately, and...

A tear fell down my cheek, and I didn't bother trying to wipe it away.

I just don't think we're right for eachother.

I grabbed the scissors from my handbag, cutting off strands of my hair.

I mean, I thought I loved you...

The tears fell as I continued cutting my hair, letting the strands fall into the puddles.

But now I've realized that I never did.

Once I had a 'pixie cut', I ran after his car, my breaths coming out fast and desperate.

I'm sorry Missy, but you're just not the right one for me.

He stopped for gas, and I sat against the sidewalk and cried as his footsteps came up behind me.

I've moved out of my apartment.

"Is something wrong?" He whispered kindly, and I looked up as he studied my features, rubbing his head.

I'm getting a new house, a new girlfriend, and most of all...

"Hallucinations." He muttered, helping me to stand as I wiped my tears away.

I'm getting a new life.

"Would you like to come back to my house? You can stay there with me for a while if you have nowhere else to go." He offered, and I smiled at his sweetness to a stranger.

I don't love you, okay? Just get out of my car, and get out of my life.

"I'd love to come back to your house." I whispered as we started walking back to his car.

"But where will I go?" I whispered, and he avoided eye contact with me.

"I don't know and I don't care. You're not my problem anymore." He said before driving away, leaving me to deal with my own problems.

"What's your name?" He asked, and I glanced at him.

"Missy Blackwell." I answered, and he stared at me.

"That's my ex-girlfriend's name First name, anyway." he muttered, and I smiled.

"Funny." I said, shrugging.

"Yeah, funny." He murmured, excusing himself and walking out of the room quickly as I smiled to myself.

I had him back, and this time I would not screw it up.


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