The silence becomes mind numbing;
All is eerie when both spines are sickly favored with chills.
My eyes are warm as they continue to fill with the tears I so desperately try
to choke back.
Mixed feelings..
emotions..
thoughts....
To love, followed by disappointment, followed by an angelic embrace, followed
by regret.
Pure confusion.
The last thing we can both agree on.
Sharing our love while we
both continue to loathe one another.
Awkward- like standing in the center of a fully occupied Stillborn Nursery.
Stacy Collinsworth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-awkward-moments/
