Faces

I saw many faces tonight. I saw the face of the most genuine and giving person who warmed my heart. I saw the face of someone who is falling in love and I saw uncertainty there but I also saw hope and it filled me with longing. I saw a face that had returned that I had not expected to see and I was overjoyed. I saw the prettiest face next with her lovely eyes and it made me want to dance with her but she was PMSing as always. Then I saw the one who eyed me with contempt for not providing him the monopoly of my time and it made me feel guilty. And then came the one who was a little insecure and that made his face seem unapproachable and I remembered the way I'd been.

I also saw the one that someone had attempted to pair me up with and I'd given him a piece of my affection but he wasn't worthy. I saw the other one that I was going to be paired with and I thanked God that it hadn't come to pass. I despise arrogance. I saw a lustful face as he eyed her and asked about her greedily. I wrapped her in my protective cocoon. Cockblock. I thought of myself. We're not like them, me and her. We're genuine, we give our heart and soul to the people we care for. But these faces, they suck you dry for all you're worth and discard you like waste. I resolved not to let it be. It disturbed me that he had such intentions towards her.

Earlier in the night, I had seen the face of the one who had been his and I wondered where he had been. I saw his face last buried in another's and my heart wept as my hope diminished and a pessimistic scepticism took over me. I've recoiled into myself and I hope that tomorrow I let the guard down once more but right now, I can't help but hate men just a tad.