Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Medusa (Repeat)

I've just spent 2 hours looking at the photos of us
and trying to figure out why my face looks so weird
and why my bra is showing through my shirt in every picture.
I'll blame it on the flash.

I really want to know why he's not here right now,
and why she can't keep the little things to herself,
and wait for something big to happen
to go crying to her mom, who is the only person there for her.
But I don't want to be sucked into her stupid fake drama.

I wonder what she thinks when she looks at me.
If she regrets what she's done.
Or if she would do it again in a heartbeat.
Maybe she judges my face to figure out
if I know.
If I'm upset.
If she's done enough damage yet.
Or maybe she doesn't care about me at all.

But I don't look into her eyes,
because Medusa would turn me into stone.


  1. You are such an amazing writer. I wish I was a creative person.

    And I love the quote you included.

  2. I love the quote as well as what you wrote above. :). Sometimes we think of other people too much without even bothering to ask ourselves if the others care about us or not.