You are adamant we are forever. That we're the tempest and the anchor. We're each other's sky and flame. And even though I don't want to believe you...
Could it be possible that you are the one that understands the inner squeaking cogs of my ticking heart?
I don't want to believe you're the only one who can put a smile on my face for every day ever after.
I don't even want to write this. Because writing it makes it real and I don't want this to be my reality. I'd rather fling myself into hopeless romances over and over just to prove that I don't need you.
Get out of my head please. Why won't you leave my lungs and let me breathe easy again?
I'm going to die of smoke inhalation and all because you wouldn't let this fire die. Then will you be happy?
I want to delete these weak words. But somehow I can't.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (4 so far!)
Burn the memory box??
- #2296 Posted 1 year ago
I think a hopeless romance will just make thing worse. Go for a true one, instead. Or find a really goood friend to hang out with all the time.
- #2303 Posted 1 year ago
Giving form to thoughts, whether voice or ink, has always made me feel the same way. You can deny your own thoughts and feelings in your mind, but admitting them aloud or on paper means you have to face them. That is why I write so often, because facing those thoughts is much better than deceiving yourself.
- #2419 Posted 1 year ago
Amen, Jae. Amen.
- #2909 Posted 1 year ago
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