I've chosen to wear the violet sweater tonight
Because it makes you look at me that way.
Never-mind that everything turns grey
in the half-light of the theatre.
Anxiousness or gravity
Has frozen me solid into my chair
Plot and characters are wasted
Upon thrill-seeking teenagers
With single-minded groping fingers.
Everything that means anything
Is currently trying to drape his arm over my chair in a casual manner.
A Place Where Words Don’t Belong by MarsIsBrightTonight
Poetry » Love Rated: K, English, Romance, Words: 310, Published: 10/29/2004
Chapter 2: That's Us in the Spotlight