Perhaps my body could tell
that the end is
nigh,
or perhaps it was just
one of those
days,
where I woke up and could
feel the pain of thousands
resting on my achey, rounded
shoulders.
I sobbed for some time,
and felt your smiling eyes
looking down at me in exasperation,
hoping this bout of tears would
not last as long as they usually do.
I looked back up at you and tried
to tell you what I felt,
but as tears leaked out of my eyes
and
seeped into the smelly duvet
that encased us,
the words I searched for dissolved into
a weak smile and some shuddering gasps. 
How could I tell you that what I feared most
at this moment
was the end of the lights,
sparkles,
and excuses for not being
productive,
how could I tell you that
somehow,
somehow,
somehow,
I knew that when we came back to this place in 
ten days time,
everything would be different.  

  1. ilaydaspider posted this
20-Something theatrey type in London.
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