As your head fills with frustration then drains with cobblestones and tarp-laying tans. You think "ah" until you have a full conversation of emptiness and shouts filling with silence. With "goodnights" rising in obnoxious numbers because she doesn't know when to shut the door. And his indifference showing as he won't answer the phone. When she becomes the little princess that expects to be catered to and the women who accused us of sisterhood should be shot in the face. I've always wanted to be so much different from her until I realized, I was so much like her (not counting the footsteps down the hallway). And my experiences amount to anger and shame while the competition is actually very lame. Because though she could be impressive, all you want to do is punch
her in the face. Bringing back recollections of how she "promised" to "throw down." Like I said, funny. but someone told her no one would ever be able to love her. Someone must have, because I couldn't help but repeating it, over and over and over again in my head. The temperature is rising but she and he were cooling. The non issues were increasing but her patience was depleting. And the surprise of a tiny bit of realization came through the muffled cough of the forgotten speaker. Bringing memory of the earlier words, spoken in few, that brought back heartbreaking memories of times when silence was the only option to keep breathing.
J.
