mute by Angela Thomas being with him was a little like being inside a locked, sealed apartment, knowing that there's a party raging on just across the street and i'm invited. when i'm with him, it's like a friend telling me, it's snowing, come and play. an awkward silence developing between text messages after i politely decline, pleading the inability to say no in the flesh. well, it's true isn't it? did he not have the same effect on me, after all. i tried so hard to say goodbye, to let him be, and the only way that i'm able to even try to do that is to completely ignore him. to shut out, pause the sound of manic laughter, dance music, and something crashing to the ground amidst it all. to just be content with silence and a warm, soft pillow and the shallow breathing of a cat that's way too old for reason. it's not that those amazingly vibrant and fun worlds where i want to be with him cease to exist, i've just learned to live, in a muted kinda way, without. 12/12/2009 Posted on 12/13/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/14/09 at 01:54 AM Those can be hard to live in, especially when the object of your affection lives in those. I ruined mine and have had to step out of them for a while. Good luck. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)