Parallel Worlds

Tonite I might let u in..
How nice
Jus u n me
Together. Our own little world.
But tomorrow, as the day
dawns upon us
We both have to return..
to our real lives
Coz out there in
the Real World..
Our places dont match,
Our paths dont cross,
Our worlds are poles apart.

What now?
What then?

this i wrote on my own... its pretty good takin into consideration i never write stuff like this!!!

BREATHING

(inhale)
Tears begin to flood my face like a cup left under a running faucet well after the water has reached the rim,
getting caught,
squeezing,
twisting,
tearing.
My throat contracting around the emotions that threaten to leap up & out of my lips,
my stomach,
rumbling,
wrestling,
knotting.
My hands quiver as I reach up to blot the tiny teardrops,
leaving footprints down my cheeks.
The path that awaits me
suddenly seems like a pilgrimage,
one foot,
next foot,
step,
step,
I see you.
(I see her.)
you smile.
I smile.
(she leaves.)
you ask how i am.
(I lie.)
I reply that i'm fine
(even though my heart has just crept up into my mouth & is jumping up & down on my tongue like an Olymic diver waiting to hit the water).
I want to say that I miss you,
let u know that I miss your arms,
your smile,
your lips.
I want you to know that
(Im incomplete)
my body hurts,
my soul bleeds.
I ask how you are
(hoping against all hope that you'll tell me what I want to hear).
You reply,
(your answer not including that u miss me,
that you miss my arms, my lips, my touch).
My eyes attempt to strip you down to your soul
(searching for what i once knew so well).
They get lost,
(but find their way back to reality when they graze over the [ever-fading] hickey, just above the collar of the shirt she bought u).
My heart leaps off the end of my tongue,
wanting you to see the way you've hurt me
wanting you to hurt the same way.
It falls to the ground.
(she calls you.)
you hastily say good-bye,
(as you trot over to her)
stomping,
squishing,
mutilating
my vunerable, fallen heart.
(not even pausing long enough to scrape it off the bottom of your shoe, like a discarded piece of gum.)
She wraps her arms around your neck,
brings her lips to yours...
(your ears still turn red.)
People pass, as if I don't even exist.
(I want to cry, scream, shout.)
I want someone to find my heart,
bring it back
piece it together.
I turn away,
hoping that one day it won't hurt
(as much)
and hoping that I will again be able to call you
and have you come over to me,
be able to buy you shirts that match your eyes,
(and leave the telltale hickey just above the collar)
and will still be able to make your ears turn red from the friction of our lips.
I walk away,
knowing my heart will not follow.
(exhale.)