These rooms are filled with questions and it's almost stifling.
What it feels like to love, lose, never forget..
His fingers were tangled in your hair and he was twisting a small section as he let words fall between his red lips, down to your ears and into you. He retraced each feeling you had when you had first spotted him on the street, singing the exact same words he is now. He wilted every fear, and every doubt about you and him, with the reassurance of his voice, and calmness that it possessed as it glided through your bedroom, and down through the hallway, echoing from wall to wall.
...
You spend the night tossing and turning, trying to figure out why you said what you said and how to fix it all. Sometimes people say “Things will look brighter in the morning.” You don’t really believe them. You woke up this morning and everything looked the same as it had yesterday. Actually it looked darker, as you walked into the kitchen and looked out the window and he wasn’t there.
...
You’re nervous. You’re on his porch and you’re nervous. You’re ringing the bell and you’re even more nervous. He comes to the door, and you think that’s a good thing because he doesn’t look like he would have come if it was someone besides you. He looks tired; like he didn’t sleep well either, but more then that he looks mad. He steps out onto the porch, and you’re about to say something even though you don’t know what to say, you’ve spent the last day thinking about this constantly and you still don’t know what to say. You don’t get the chance to say something though, you’re stopped. You’re stopped by his fist connecting with your eye, stopped by hitting the ground hard. You lay there, dazed, wincing, stunned. When you finally do open your eyes, or at least the one that does open right now, he’s gone. You still want to talk to him, you want to know what the hell that was.
"i miss you so much it hurts to think about."
ifallasleepinthedark.
(these past nights I've actually fallen asleep I've had so many dreams about you and I'm so happy in them. Then I wake up and experience that two seconds after the dream, where I'm still convinced it's all real. But it's not...)
soifallbackin.
His fingers were tangled in your hair and he was twisting a small section as he let words fall between his red lips, down to your ears and into you. He retraced each feeling you had when you had first spotted him on the street, singing the exact same words he is now. He wilted every fear, and every doubt about you and him, with the reassurance of his voice, and calmness that it possessed as it glided through your bedroom, and down through the hallway, echoing from wall to wall.
...
You spend the night tossing and turning, trying to figure out why you said what you said and how to fix it all. Sometimes people say “Things will look brighter in the morning.” You don’t really believe them. You woke up this morning and everything looked the same as it had yesterday. Actually it looked darker, as you walked into the kitchen and looked out the window and he wasn’t there.
...
You’re nervous. You’re on his porch and you’re nervous. You’re ringing the bell and you’re even more nervous. He comes to the door, and you think that’s a good thing because he doesn’t look like he would have come if it was someone besides you. He looks tired; like he didn’t sleep well either, but more then that he looks mad. He steps out onto the porch, and you’re about to say something even though you don’t know what to say, you’ve spent the last day thinking about this constantly and you still don’t know what to say. You don’t get the chance to say something though, you’re stopped. You’re stopped by his fist connecting with your eye, stopped by hitting the ground hard. You lay there, dazed, wincing, stunned. When you finally do open your eyes, or at least the one that does open right now, he’s gone. You still want to talk to him, you want to know what the hell that was.
"i miss you so much it hurts to think about."
ifallasleepinthedark.
(these past nights I've actually fallen asleep I've had so many dreams about you and I'm so happy in them. Then I wake up and experience that two seconds after the dream, where I'm still convinced it's all real. But it's not...)
soifallbackin.
posted by dcrc at 1:45 AM
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