Honest Feelings, Bad Timing. / by Jason Johnson

Echoing thoughts 

Silence between us

And gravity never felt heavier, 

I said words that cracked the silence like lightning 

and crashed into some of hers

She never spoke after,

Well not full sentences, slight words

Perfection like sleep always seems to elude me

We stayed up,

We stood still, with echoing thoughts in our mind of what we should've said. 

The lines on her face narrates, 

How are you going to lose interest when I just got used to you? 

How are you going to lose interest when I just got used to you.

How are you going to lose interest when I just got used to you...