Okay, so much for "daily". I've got work every day but Wednesday this week (which is good, because, hey, I like money, but bad, because, hey, I like free time). So, apologies to everyone out there who enjoys chatting or roleplaying with me. (That's right, all three of you.)
I was lying in bed just now, and my thoughts were on love. Specifically, the unrequited type (with which I am presently quite well acquainted). Before I knew it, this little piece was composing itself in my head, and I had to get it out
onto paper into text. Sorry for assaulting you innocent bystanders with it.
One day I will free myself from this love.
One day I will take my heart back
from a woman who would never give me hers.
She sees me as a child,
as a friend,
as nothing more,
and one day that thought will be painless.
One day I will accept that she doesn't love me,
and one day after that I won't mind it a bit.
One day I will see her on the street
and my heart will not speed up,
my cheeks will not turn red,
I will not stumble or slip;
I will simply smile and greet her
and go on.