tainted feeling

The desperation in her voice was of something I have never heard, at least from her. She always sounded as she was speaking to a robot, without feeling for me or for what she said to me. But tonight was different; at least that's what I always tell myself. Her voice can be so heavenly as if the gods made it for the pleasure to only hear it and nothing else. Then it could be a torment and teasing way of my senses.

I am shattered by the night and I wish that I could hide, but here I am on my way to her home. I am out of my mind to be on the dark road on my way to her house, but somehow this feels right. My desperation to see her increases with every rock I past on this dirt road.

The few minutes I have waited is time she has stolen from me and I cannot get it back nor can I turn around and say “Farwell!”

I am waiting for you tonight and you are late. Finally she comes. The soft spoken words combined with the excitement of escaping is so enveloping that I want to seal this moment forever. But, however, I cannot control time of you. You are the person who makes me the one who I wish not to be. I am weak, fragile to every word you spool together, and confused of your actions that have me captivated. Don’t waste my time, for I have yet to leave, but continue to be brainwashed. Yes you are the only person who could and does do this to me and I hate you for your special power against me.