#we’re not really strangers

“we’re a losing game

i know that

but a sick part of me

loves the torture”

- d.c.

“we locked into each other’s line of vision

and neither of us could deny

how the possibility of that life,

for a mere second,

broadcasted upon our lighted retinas

like a dusty, old movie projector

flickering awake

a private viewing for just us two

misbehaving strangers

sat on opposite sides of a

red velvet theatre

staring at the same panoramic screen

playing a fabricated fiction

of tempting what-ifs

and could-bes

i won’t hold it against you

if you choose not to acknowledge it aloud;

i was just as terrified to open my mouth

but as we stared,

our eyes conversed

and they disclosed

everything.”

- d.c.