Aidan's picture

I watched him from behind
and couldn't help but wonder
if he would kiss me in the
the way you used to
as though you felt
my shame
and hid from it as i did
because it was better for us
to pretend we were happy
and in love
than ever question those
you could feel in my gaze

and you held me as i slept
not because
you loved me
but because you feared i
would flee if you did not
and you always kissed me
not because i didn;t want to
but because you knew
i was
too ashamed to let you know
in memory of


the mouse that roared's picture


That was really good. Nice poems. :)

Are you hanging on to something useless just because you think it's beautiful?
--William Zinsser