"it is the definition of madness to do the same thing over and over and expect a different result."----- Einstein
late nights
when all the others had gone home
sitting on my steps
at a calculated distance
his hands fiddling with a lighter
the orange glow caught
in a puddle
the tiny light swaying in the ripples
every time we sat there
close enough to see the tear glinting on his cheek
far enough to avoid accidentally touching his shoulder
i expected not to break his heart
expected that this night
he'd be in love with another girl
this would be the night
his heart would change from my clumsy hands
to the hands of a pretty little-bit-of-nothing girl
and every night
he expected me to be in love with him
expected that this would be the night
where i'd catch his hand in mine
look him in the eye
and then brush my lips
across his
we sat under the wind
sat inside the arms of night
goosebumps decorating our arms
basked in moonlight
watched the lighter flame perform
it's flickering dance
our words twisted into the air
hugged each other
then disappeared
but the only words that mattered
never got the chance to collide
we were just too scared
of ruining the fragile world we'd created
he was my drug
when i was with him
i was a princess, i was superwoman
when he looked at me
i was everything i had ever dreamed i'd be
but no matter how much i couldn't let him stay,
i couldn't let him go
and every night,
while we played our intricate game
where i was x and he was o
i broke our hearts
a little more.
