She's thinking
"what do you mean?" while he's talking to her. The answers to his
questions are the ones he so much likes to hear. Meanwhile, she's
thinking "what do you mean?". She's supposed to be glad that he wants
her and that he promises her the world, later, later, some day. He
says: You'll hang on, don't you? So she agrees, while she's thinking:
"what do you mean?". He doesn't know that his words are raining down
upon her like razorblades. He doesn't know that she wakes up at night
sometimes with a pain in her chest and a chill in her bones. He doesn't
know that tears wash away her make-up nowadays and that her pillows are
stained because of that. And she doesn't let him notice, afraid that he
will question her faith in him or her or them, again. She knows that
one day he will be tired of the useless fights she puts up. Just one
more time, she thinks: "What do you mean? " but she already knows the
answer to this one.
06-12-2005 om 00:00
geschreven door LaReineMargot
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