Bite

While she sleeps like an angel. My mind plays devil and wants to bite her chubby cheeks. My restraint is failing - To bite or not to bite, that is the question.

Hers?

She walked through the old rusty office building where they'd once met. A flood of memory rushed through her...

It was bliss watching him walk through chaos like a quiet tune... freshness of spring in his face, coldness of winter in his heart and a flutter of autumn in his eyes. She drank in his quietness, until she came beside him, to remind he wasn't hers alone..

She pushed off the knives stabbing her heart and continued to think of him, yet again..

Why bother?

There are people who know you are sweet and then those who know you're fun, stubborn, rash, eruptive, forgiving, unforgiving, generous, rational, crazy, you-care, you-dont-care.. they are the ones to be bothered about. Sweet is shallow, people who have known bitter and like it, now that's deep.