It is just a dance

Across the table she peers into my soul she looks at me as I to be a ghost. I know I'm not transparent, she only thinks she can depict my next move I'm well aware that she is to be wrong. Wrong much like the time those lying lips spoke thinking I was naive. Love yes I do very much, there the words began to roll off the tip of her tongue. Thinking to my self I wish for her death there would be nothing I would appreciate more then to attend her funeral.

The gut punching feeling that turns my spine into a balancing beam. My eye sockets begin to swell , God how my love grows. I know please stop each word is a step closer to the cliff I fear. The cliff I have been training my thoughts to avoid. Based on the contents spilling of the edge of the table she knew she had said to much. She stutters my name as I turn my angry legs back around responding enough is enough. I hear her scream the one that makes me laugh it always reminds me of the child my sister used to be.

Her tone yells wait, desperately trying to wast another second of my time. I restrain my self from the door, she holds me like she used too. From the footsteps of another construction I feel the sensation trickling down my spine fluttering in my stomach. Don't you ever listen at all, lonesome comes with strength with out those eyes. The eyes darkness is consumed in there I travel into the depth of it all I see a shimmering light.

Under the moon light the branches sway, when in the dark I can only see light accompanying your existence. We part leaving the theory of love alone it is but a myth to me, I do not believe because I fear fear it self.