Breathtaking
I was speeding down the alleyway on my bicycle, but so was the truck at the intersection. It's weird, I felt the pain like a wave just about to crash, surging up my nerves, but it never came. I was gone before then. It's still a blurry memory, but the only thing I remember is your blue jeans and brown eyes
The summer of junior year, on that picnic day. Remember, it was windy and you wanted it to rain? I started singing. You always said I sounded ten times better when I sang with the stars out, so I kept singing until the sun slipped past the horizon. We looked up at the stars, and I hummed melodies about you. Maybe you knew then.
You danced as I laughed and sang some more. The grass swayed with you, white flowers and moss reaching out. The light and joy in your soul radiated out in sensational ripples. I made lullabies for the beauty and magnificence that is you.
The moon peeked out. He rejoiced your ethereal radiance with me. You watched the stars and I watched you.
The truck had nothing on that.
bye, angel
I hope someday I’ll see you again.
I don’t know where I’m going but I know it’s better than here.
Darling, it hurts so much more than they say. The sheer pressure of society, cornering you into a dark, dark place.
My heart aches from loneliness, even when you were there. You tried to comprehend. I think you really thought you did.
Then it ate me and I was too far gone for you to reach me. I’m so close to nothing now, but I hope you know it was never you. Never.
Please forget me. Take life by the throat and wring out every drop. Don’t let it bury you like it did me. Seize each moment, each precious second and cherish them like it’s the last.
You’ll be fine, angel. Keep your head up and eyes soft.
As for me, this is the last cherished moment. I’ll go in the euphoria of thinking of you.
#twelveth - challenge creater
56th burned letter
It’s been a month, two weeks, and one day. 3 hours past.
I went to the beach today. It was sunny, but the kind that soaks up the chills from your skin and leaves behind a glowing warmth. I sat there for a while, and the sand felt strangely soft. It’s something I didn’t notice at first, but the ocean smells sweet when I close my eyes. You might not remember, but I can’t swim and don’t own a swimsuit. I waded in with my skirt on. The waves are viciously cold and unforgiving, but after waiting long enough the numbness overtakes everything else. For miles and miles, it’s just the waves and the sand and the sun. When I went back to the shore, my legs ached at the absence of the sea. It’s cruel how much we can miss something so cold and biting.
I think I fell asleep when the wind started to pick up and the sun was just a handwidth away from the water’s edge. After you, there’s an inexplicable ache of fatigue that follows me around, and I long for sleep. Even if the only sleep that comes is dreamless, unfulfilling, unsatisfying sleep.
The tide woke me up. It tapped at my toes, inching upwards everytime. But it’s not the waves.
It was the stars. They shined and shined, so far away but still powering on, never losing hope. They twinkled with a ferocity I had only before seen in one pair of eyes, your eyes, so beautiful. The lights permeated through my every pore, illuminating me from the inside out. Awestruck. Salty water dripped down my face, but it might not have been from the sea. My heart ached in a brilliant blast of promise, and it made me think of you.