Lying upstairs in a house that has become a second home to me, I find it hard to contain the emotions that ripple through my composed exterior. I lie there hoping for that one moment, which will clench the inevitable congress between these two lovers that hide behind the shadow of this so-called friendship. For reasons unknown, our lips never touch and our words fall short, even though our bodies echo another agenda. And as the rain falls, a tear forms in the corner of one eye, then recoils behind the inner membrane that houses the doorway to my shame.
She is my best friend, confidante and my ex lover: maybe this is why it all went wrong. The burden was too great.
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