Speechless

A Poem by Brinda

Started by thinking of Rooftops by Lost Prophets and ended in a heart pouring

Standing on my own I scream my heart out. It’s the time I get to blab all the things that flood into my head when I see you. You wouldn’t understand how hard it is to walk away. Or would you? Could it be that you know how I feel, know how much it takes just to walk away? It would be like a dream come true. I think about it a lot you see, I just don’t think you can tell. Every time I walk away my hand sits on my mouth and I bite my nail with a tiny grin. It’s a reflex. You’ll see it when I leave you because it’s guaranteed that your last smile remains frozen in my mind. The thing is, the Pinky really likes the Brain. The little glow you get when you flash that genuine smile makes me subconsciously smile, even on a bad day. To me you make what before was impossible, possible. I see you and I get that dizzy rush, so much I just don’t know what to do. So much that I’m speechless.