Midnight Black

Standing in the stillness of midnight, no light other than the moon glowing above. Her skirt billowing in the slight wind around her ankles. Her hair caught in the breeze, blowing the smell of her strawberry shampoo into the dark of the night. She notices a cat across the way. The wind picks up and the cat slowly approaches her. Not sure how to react, she stands there watching the cat. Her skirt and hair continue to be carried on the increasing wind. She looks to the moon and when she looks back the cat is gone, no where to be seen. She looks again to the moon and then everything goes black. No more moon, no more wind, no more strawberries. Just a blank numb nothingness washes over her.

My Fault

It's my fault for letting myself think  things would actually work out. I hate myself for feeling what I do for someone who can't even give me a second thought. The amount of times I tried and you just didn't care. I feel so stupid because I should have known it was never anything but just some joke to you. I hate you, but I hate me more for being such a pathetic mess. I wish I could forget you, forget my feelings for you, forget everything about you. I hate feeling like such a pathetic heap of nothing.