Light my cigarette and then your own, and then maybe call in sick so we can spend the afternoon in bed together reading dog-eared books while watching vintage pornography on your laptop. The shadows that lurk on the streets outside, they make us feel as if we’re inseparable. They make us feel almost as if we’re complete. Sometimes when we’re both on the same page, there’s lovemaking and the good stuff that follows. Sometimes when you fall asleep, I sketch your face in my notepad imagining all the ways I could hurt you. It’s not that I’m a bad person, at least I don’t think it is. It’s just that you need to remain anchored, for whenever you begin to fly away, I’m afraid I might lose you. I’m afraid you’ll not have need of me, so I clip your wings and hold you close. Whenever you cry, I see myself in the tears that roll down your cheeks. When you curl into a ball in a fit of despair after yet another argument, this is what I feel inside but can never express because I’ve never known how. Please, put your heart in mine and make me come alive. Give me your mouth and do your best to breathe me back to life. As leaves fall before the winter sun, come undone in an act of beauty unlike anything I’ve ever been able to show, and stir the lover inside of me. Shake him out of his slumber. Wrench him from his funk. There should be words. There should be actions. But as hard as I try, they never seem to materialise. Instead, there’s only a silence you mistake for content. Or is it contempt? Nothing seems to make much sense, and so this thing just goes on and on much the same as it always has done.
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Categories: Lucid
One of your most beautiful pieces of writing Stephen. x
I’m so pleased you think so, Holly. Thank you. I’ve been in a reflective mood this past week. Is nice to be open xx
More of this, sir.
I shall try to deliver.
Beautiful writing, every line
Thank you very much x
You are welcome 🙂 x
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Have a great weekend 🙂 xx
Deeply poignant
Thank you.
You’re an amazing writer!
You’re very, very kind. Thank you. You yourself are a mighty fine one, too! 🙂
Thank you! That means a lot to me. 🙂
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Agreed..!!😇
Your lines convey the sense of fear and longing so beautifully and I love how you translate the inner torment of the character into words in each write, it’s subtle and yet so compelling. Lovely as always.
That’s very kind of you. I’m glad you mentioned those two words- fear and longing- because they’ve been forcing my hand quite a lot just recently. The way they collide is most satisfying. Thank you for such lovely words x
That fear of loss… causing one to either hold on tighter, clipping wings as you say, or to hold just a little too loosely, expecting the loss is going to come sooner or later, so in anticipation of the unknown loss at hand we back off to protect the pain we’re so sure is coming.
And yeah, so I love this.
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Such an absurd dance, and yet life is made of these moments and decisions. The best we can do is appreciate them, and in turn, attempt to learn from our mistake and regrets.
I agree.