She's queueing up for a drink

Warm hands hug her from behind
Diagonally across her front
They feel safe
They feel like home

She grasps the arms
Turns her head
Ever
So
Slightly

Stares into his eyes
They smirk as they move
Closer till their breaths mix
And's light, smooth, nothing
Like she had ever imagined

Oh, it's so much better

Isn't it sad
How some of us
Need others to
Define who exactly we are?

I don't want to say it
I don't want to think it
I don't want to show it

But I do
I love you

For what we use as distractions
Are nothing more than just that
They won't stop a heart's contractions
Or aches when memories of past
Are resurfaced
Instead, they merely graze
The mental wound
Like a pack of hounds
Tearing you to pieces
And your temporary happiness *ceases

And when the lights go out
We are forced to be with
None other than ourselves
Sheer silence tells all
About who we are
Who we were
And who we want to be

As the switch flips
Lights turn on
And sadly, we are nothing
But a blown bulb