Me beginning to realise just how much cheekiness i'm about to take on. They're literally climbing out the box!
GoodbyeI'm scared, i'm frightened to the bone. Of losing you, though you were never mine. You're a friend, a good friend. But somewhere along those lines it changed. Like the spontaneous change of the seasons ours did too. What was passionate and fiery has become cold and dead. Yet i pace through our conversations trying to find which one sparked the change, which one made you tick. I flip through them like an album, getting stuck between a possible relationship and the death of our friendship. Where did it go wrong? Was i so blind as to never have saw this coming? This fear is only coming from not wanting to let go, like a person hanging off a cliff; i cling to the edge tighter and tighter. Trying to pull myself up is not an option, i'm afraid; this has to end. I don't want to let go of the possible but it is impossible for me to continue with this toxicity. Goodbye, my dear friend. For you have just lost a possible pet.
Death defying loveDeath surrounds her, his arms around her in embrace as his numbness creeps into her skin's pores like when water creeps out from a blocked exist. Death, he holds her strongly, forcefully. She enjoys this, his forcefulness. It makes her feel alive, almost free. Little does she know just how dangerous he can be, how seducing he can be, how charming he can be. Little does she know her numbers up, he is tired of her same tricks, she's too easy to please now. She's just no fun anymore, she doesn't fight back. So he grabs his scythe and takes away her life. She was in such a bliss at that time.
Soap like heartA heart has a texture of a wet bar of soap. Once you drop it, it has marks, scars and indents. Ones that could be evened out over time. But sometimes, just sometimes; depending on how forceful the fall, the soap like heart will break into pieces. You can try to meld and mould them together again, but it will never be as whole and complete as it once was.
Some kind of loveI wish i could repeat this
Because you've travelled down my spine
And our arms, they intertwine
I wish my heart wouldn't beat, this fast
Because your loves not mine
And our hearts, they beat in time
I wish i didn't feel this
Because loves not worth my time
And our love, it's not blind
But i'm blinded by you.
A girl and her lover chp 3CRACK! My eyes were shocked open by the sound waves of another storm. The next thing my eyes registered was his face directly in mine, his body on top of mine. My heart was pumping like the wings of a hummingbird, my blood was rushing around my body so quickly i felt sick. Or was it that he was feeding off of my energy, my fear. His body was gracefully hanging above mine, it was so close to mine but we never touched. It was as if he were challenging me, challenging me to touch him. The way his head rested on the pillow behind mine. The way he tried to smell my neck. Trying to show some sort of affection and attention, it made me change my opinion of him. That he was a lost soul looking for love.
So i moved my head slightly to the left, so my hair and skull would gently brush up against him. But as soon as we made a physical connection he leaped up and screamed so loud, his pitch so high that blood was running out of my ears. His face contorted, it changed. His jaw became long, his mout
A girl and her lover chp 2The next day i woke up on top of my bed as if i had been gently placed there, my pillow was carefully placed under my head. I instantly rose out of bed and ran downstairs. I overheard mum talking about a storm, but no mention of a black out. So i casually added that there was a black out, however instead of confirming what i thought i knew she looked at me as if i were making things up. I tilted my head slightly to the side and told her that there was a black out, and ice had formed in my bedroom. This made my mother's eye open wide, she must have thought i was hallucinating. I ran hastily back to my bedroom where i thought ice would be, however the only evidence that was there was mold. Black, sickening mold on the ceiling. I laughed it off, i must have been dreaming.
But that night as i was getting dressed, i saw HIM again. That dark shadow in the reflection in my mirror, i couldn't move. I was stark naked, in front of HIM. A shiver had run down my spine making my body twitch and spa