You say I collect people like I do my words,
The ones that I need are simple words they roll off my tongue like ‘yes’
The ones I do not need are words found on legal documents,
The tiny script that says “terms and conditions” that I glaze over just to sign.
You say I collect feelings like I do my breath
Gasping as I drown in my worries,
Smiling as I soak up joy and euphoria.
It’s how uncertain I am, a mystery, an unknown…and you light up another cigarette.
You walk across the room, open the window, sit right next to it and look back at me.
“What hurts me is how I never really know you…See, with most people I can definitely say that I can predict their next moves as surely as I can their life, but with you, nothing.”
You cross your legs.
Look back at me and attempt a smile.
I want to tell you what you are, “Dark Cocoa” but like every word in my soul, I am unable to set them free.