Reckless

I am reckless
in my life.
The rush of each thrill
burns brightly,
searing me in a desire
for distraction
as a desperate attempt
to feel something.

Strangers

Something about her,
she seemed so sure but
so sad too.
He wanted to know her, and yet,
they were strangers
never to speak to each other.
He couldn't stop staring.