-CRUSHED BY YOUR SMILE-

"Do you love me," I said desperately. It's been so long... I need to know.

In reply he says basically, "As a friend of course, yes."

I lost feeling in both legs as they go as limp and as motionless as sleeping beauty. A

difference however, is the visible part between her lips that beckons a kiss to wake

her while my joints brought me to my knees due to a few words. They brought me to my knees and unlike her glossed, pink lips, they are not parted. Not allowing a single

cherry blossom that floats along the sea of breeze to pass my

emotional blockage. I knew it was a mistake to open the drawbridge, and I shall

close it upon my own command; making those who wish to pass suffer through the monsoon barricading my palace as I do everyday.

"As a friend of course, yes."

These words like a steel dagger raised to the throat, but how can I blame you when I

bestowed the weapon upon you myself by even asking the question. Each ruby, diamond, and opal stone decorating the hilt gripped so tight by the leather glove you wear that I fear they'll shatter beneath it. But I needed to know the answer otherwise

I'd go insane and be crushed as well. But not by the glove you wear; by the smile you were born with.

"As a friend of course, yes."

I hear your voice like a deep rumble in the back of a deserted cave. The echoes

bounce mindlessly against the walls of my skull, but slowly I bring myself to stand. Each movement counteracted by a slam against my brain with a hammer. My

arm shakes violently against the table I grip for balance. I sit down as a single tear escapes my brown, right eye.

"As a friend of course, yes."

I stare at the stack of papers overflowing my desk that were absent to my mind up until now. Tears at this point are burning through my eye lids, but I pick up an

assignment that isn't due for weeks anyway. I write far past when my hand is prone to cramping, but that cramping feeling is simply passed to my throat that aches

uncontrollably. Assignment after assignment the burning tears cool and the aching ceases in waves. Another assignment completed, the pleading whimpers halted. Just

as I threw myself onto you, I throw myself into my work.

"As a friend of course, yes."

But the pain still lingers; interlacing its fingers in between my own.

"But it doesn't matter, I still love you."

~ifthenightcouldtalk