She

lingers in the room
like the smell of cigarettes
so delicate
a flower petal
pink and thin
breakable soul within
those eyes so soft and brown
she covers them with sunglasses
shields herself from everything
I break through
too easily almost
inside the walls she's created
and maybe when she comes back
(as I know she will)
she'll have the answer
I've been waiting for her
I think she knows that I expect her
so she lingers
stalls
makes excuses in her mind
It gives me time to realize its what I want
I want to hold her maybe
let her know I care
I want to speak to her
let her know my voice
she'll find me
I have the sense she's searching
looking for me
its a dream come true
perhaps
to find one person wearing the same armor as I
trapped in this hypocritical mess
the middle world has become
she feels it
that goey center
enveloping all those who dare to touch it
it becomes me
the cancerous feeling
that I think there's nothing I can do
I've been waiting all my life for this moment
where I tell her
that she's my only hope of getting out of this hell hole