If Temporary Could Be the New ForeverTonight I'm curled up in my bed, listening to melancholy love songs. I've not yet changed out of the days clothes into something warm and soft, so my legs are hidden under a comforter as familiar to my eyes as my own childhood, but I don't really mind. Not right now. Not when I'm sitting here trying to shape my words into something that expresses this feeling I have inside me. Besides, the chill always makes everything so much sharper. So much more real.
Trying to explain it is difficult, but it's this throbbing in my chest that I have no name for. It hurts sometimes, if I drop my guard. Other times I just close my eyes and shut it out. Pretend that nothing matters besides that very moment. Not the stares. Not the whispered comments. Not the fact I know that the feeling is temporary, because you are. Temporary is all I've really had, after all.
And I've always been foolish, in growing fond of things I can't keep.
Its not so much that I think the image of myself foolish, just the knowin