Games

You sit in front of me
Now
And the place beside me
is kind of cold.
You used to be there.
Or maybe it was me
who left,
Because you are kind of crying
I think;
My favorite face
All twisted and cold.

I stand
And I try to walk
To you
But my feet stick hard
To the worn carpet.
So I stand here,
So close
But the air is thick
And my hand cannot move
To reach for you.
I call you name
Inside.
And I shutter
When all I hear is an
Obscene giggle
Escaping my throat.

My friends look to me now
Softly,
And tell me it is my shot.
So we play pool
And I think how
you taught me; How my every move,
Every tenique
Reflects you.

So we stand at opposite
Ends
We play the same
Game
Shooting the right balls
Into the right pockets ~
Never winning. And our glances try to meet.
Scared,
I guess

So scared of smiling
So scared of breaking
Stubborn scilence

I walk away.
I know you watch.
And your friends are glaring.
Angry, injured pack,
Nursing you back to health
In the worst possible way.
Hating my every move.
Tattooed
I can never remove you.
And your voice pierces
My mind when I close my eyes
To escape you.

When all I want is you
And all you see is me
We turn our backs
And I slam the door
Between us
-glass-
And I can see my reflection
Standing next to you
On the other side.
But I am here.
And he comes up and smiles.

I haven't seen you smile
In so long.

And he grabs my hand,
Your hand
And he returns your glare.
He knows.
I want you to come.
But your face darkens
Even more, and your pride grows hard
In your chest.

So we leave,
He and I.
Empty
Because we both know,
I am with you.
My silent player.
My sweet, sad boy

Me in you
And nothing more.