"It’s beautiful" she said instantly.
"It’s a song about death" he twisted his head to face her.
"It made death beautiful" stating that, she closed her eyes as he absorbed those words, one by one. And then, both lying on the concrete, he realized she was right. So he lift his body and leant his head until he was close enough to tell her.
But what I really had in reality, in the real world? Nothing. Nothing besides text messages in my phone only I knew about. Nobody around me even knew his name, he was just that annoying buzz in the middle of the conversation. Nobody had a clue about what he meant to me, or what I meant to him. It was like everything had started and ended inside of my head. I had no real memories of him, no place in my room I could look at and say he’d been there. At the same time, though, he’d become a major part of my life, and I couldn’t remember my days without him being part of them. But now it was like everything we once had was a dream, distant and lost, and I’d just woken up for the reality that I had nothing, nothing left.Perspective
What if I wrote about you,
what would you say?
Would you smile,
would you care?
Would you remember every word,
Because I feel like I
know you by heart,
enough to write you down
and save it in my drawer,
enough to paint you
and put it on my wall,
leaving your mark everywhere
in here, exactly
where you belong.
come find me.
“I don’t know if I ever told you this” she whispered, in the middle of the silence and between her too loud not to notice heartbeats, a shy smile built up in her face. “But I write poetry.”
“Poetry? Like with rhymes, funny words and all?” she could feel him smiling, and that made her laugh.
“No, not like that” she told him. “With feelings.”
“But what if it’s me? What if I have this completely wrong idea of how things should be?” She said, with teardrops falling from grey eyes.
I knew that feeling all too well. Doubt. When things start to go wrong over and over again, you stop and try to find an excuse for your lack of success. But I also knew there was nobody to blame. It’s better to believe some things go wrong for the right reasons. Isn’t there a quote or something that states there are far better things ahead than any we leave behind?
“Let me give you something to think about” I said, facing her tears. “I really screw things over with my first boyfriend. I wasn’t sure if I’d like to spend the rest of my life with him… So I decided to break up, saying to myself I should enjoy life and have some good, old time kind of fun. And I sincerely thought everyone eventually would go through that phase. But I was wrong. There are these people, these amazing kind of people, who know from day one what really matters in life. And it’s not sex, or just pleasure. It’s what you feel. And you already know that, while some of us take an enormous amount of time to discover. So take your time. There’s no clock ticking for you. You know what you want, and you’ve waited until now, so trust your feelings, trust yourself. Because there’s no one in the world better than you to know what you need.”
You’re too kind, thank you!! I did, and I love both of them! Truthfully! You should post more of your writing :)
Wow, I don’t even know how to respond to that. You’re the first person ever to say that to me! Thank you!! I’m really happy you like it :) <3
But what if the two of us
were simply small pieces
of a whole, or
different shades of one color,
destined to belong
and to be okay with being apart?
I was taught that if he didn’t talk to me first, I shouldn’t talk to him at all, even if I wanted to. They told I’d seem needy, or desperate, or too into him. So I’d wait hours, and days, and weeks until seeing his number on my phone. Even when I thought about him every day. Because I was taught it’s what he wants that matters, not the other way around.Isn’t that something?