the drama.
stepping away she watched,
her smile and bliss evident and flaunted.
shrank back and her hair stood,
icicles piercing through the spine;
torment of shivering.
distortion obivious even to the oblivious.

done my poem of the day again. (:

and now i realize it's my choice, but a choice i want you to have.
simply because my feelings can be kept away easily, disminished over time.
nothing was too painful to bear anymore, for pain itself can be exploited.
it's just a matter of perceptions... and desires.
i need assurance that selective ammesia is not going to hurt.
maybe because i'm just too stubborn to be responsible for my own feelings
or words.
being indecisive did not help.
but once it's all over, i promise that we'll still be bestfriends.
for i want to be there for you and i know you are there for me
and i need you to be there for me.
if you want to.
promise, (: