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Line one.
I remember the first night clearly--
You told me, no, no, goodbyes aren't meant to be locked outdoors, you'd lay me down to sleep yourself. Your shadowed eyes grinned when your crooked lips didn't, and your hands were in front of you, wringing, always wringing.
Okay, I said. Okay, I'll let you in. The door opened quietly, and you stepped into my room without a sound.
You tucked me in, and you kissed my eyes, as you said you would. You whispered lullabies into my ears, and you opened my windows so I could hear the nightingale's songs, for when you were gone.
But when you walked out my door, the hinges squealed like they were afraid, and made me open my eyes. The nightingales flew away, and crows took their places. A wind ripped through my room and sent my curtains crashing down.
The first thing I remember thinking is that my room missed you already.
Line two.
The next night, I begged you not to leave.
The night misses you when you're gone, I pleaded. The room misses you; the birds follow you. The warmth clings to you.
Your eyes grinned at me as your crooked mouth whispered out, because everything loves me, dear. I thought you'd learned that by now. They follow me regardless.
You looked like there was something you were waiting for, you looked like there was something you wanted. And there were your hands, wringing, wringing, constantly a blur of motion.
Everything loves me, you whispered again. Your lips were paper thin but perfectly round, all at once. Everything loves me. Everything loves me.
Everything does love you, I whispered back. I knew how this would end. Tears in my eyes, I whispered back again, everything does love you. Everything does.
Your lips twitched slightly, and your head jerked in a little nod. You have no idea, you said softly. You kissed my eyes and you walked out my door.
What you meant was that if everything was busy loving you, nothing loved me.
Line three.
The last nights were endless.
Don't leave me, I begged. My eyes were bright red, a bloodshot colour that I didn't know existed. Please, please don't leave me. Everything loves you. Too much. Much too much. Everything loves you, everything loves you and--
-- nothing loves you, you finished for me. Your eyes were shining like they had their own life, and your lips were twitching up. It was the closest to a smile I'd ever seen on your face.
Yes, I whispered back. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Don't leave. Please, don't leave.
You lay me down and kissed my cheeks, but this time, you didn't touch my eyes. Your wringing wringing hands trailed down my face, and I let them. Anything to keep you there, anything to keep you.
From there... it's a blur. It was the best I'd felt since I met you-- I remember white linen dreams and the sharp right angles of your perfectly imperfect limbs. Soft red gumdrops kissing harsh shaking foreheads. A crooked spine just as crooked as your smile, just as crooked as your laugh ran under my shaky fingertips. I closed my eyes and I let you run your course, just like the sweetest venom.
Line four.
I woke up the next day, and I didn't want to open my eyes. I already knew what I'd find, because I already knew how this would end. Because where you were loved by all, I knew all. And for that alone, I could hear you whisper, nothing loved me.
You were gone without a trace. And in your place, there was a dead rose, and a note that read,
Nothing loves you, darling, and I am, in no way, nothing.
I remember the first night clearly--
You told me, no, no, goodbyes aren't meant to be locked outdoors, you'd lay me down to sleep yourself. Your shadowed eyes grinned when your crooked lips didn't, and your hands were in front of you, wringing, always wringing.
Okay, I said. Okay, I'll let you in. The door opened quietly, and you stepped into my room without a sound.
You tucked me in, and you kissed my eyes, as you said you would. You whispered lullabies into my ears, and you opened my windows so I could hear the nightingale's songs, for when you were gone.
But when you walked out my door, the hinges squealed like they were afraid, and made me open my eyes. The nightingales flew away, and crows took their places. A wind ripped through my room and sent my curtains crashing down.
The first thing I remember thinking is that my room missed you already.
Line two.
The next night, I begged you not to leave.
The night misses you when you're gone, I pleaded. The room misses you; the birds follow you. The warmth clings to you.
Your eyes grinned at me as your crooked mouth whispered out, because everything loves me, dear. I thought you'd learned that by now. They follow me regardless.
You looked like there was something you were waiting for, you looked like there was something you wanted. And there were your hands, wringing, wringing, constantly a blur of motion.
Everything loves me, you whispered again. Your lips were paper thin but perfectly round, all at once. Everything loves me. Everything loves me.
Everything does love you, I whispered back. I knew how this would end. Tears in my eyes, I whispered back again, everything does love you. Everything does.
Your lips twitched slightly, and your head jerked in a little nod. You have no idea, you said softly. You kissed my eyes and you walked out my door.
What you meant was that if everything was busy loving you, nothing loved me.
Line three.
The last nights were endless.
Don't leave me, I begged. My eyes were bright red, a bloodshot colour that I didn't know existed. Please, please don't leave me. Everything loves you. Too much. Much too much. Everything loves you, everything loves you and--
-- nothing loves you, you finished for me. Your eyes were shining like they had their own life, and your lips were twitching up. It was the closest to a smile I'd ever seen on your face.
Yes, I whispered back. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Don't leave. Please, don't leave.
You lay me down and kissed my cheeks, but this time, you didn't touch my eyes. Your wringing wringing hands trailed down my face, and I let them. Anything to keep you there, anything to keep you.
From there... it's a blur. It was the best I'd felt since I met you-- I remember white linen dreams and the sharp right angles of your perfectly imperfect limbs. Soft red gumdrops kissing harsh shaking foreheads. A crooked spine just as crooked as your smile, just as crooked as your laugh ran under my shaky fingertips. I closed my eyes and I let you run your course, just like the sweetest venom.
Line four.
I woke up the next day, and I didn't want to open my eyes. I already knew what I'd find, because I already knew how this would end. Because where you were loved by all, I knew all. And for that alone, I could hear you whisper, nothing loved me.
You were gone without a trace. And in your place, there was a dead rose, and a note that read,
Nothing loves you, darling, and I am, in no way, nothing.
You were never nothing.
That was my role to play.
- - -
Well... this is just kinda late-night free write.
^-^"
Hope it doesn't suck too bad~
Cheers.
<3
That was my role to play.
- - -
Well... this is just kinda late-night free write.
^-^"
Hope it doesn't suck too bad~
Cheers.
<3
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I am fond of this one. It really makes me think about things (don't worry to much about that). Just know that its a good kind of thought. To be able to relay suck emotion through your writing is something that I need to work on. I should think that its a good late night writing. It doesn't suck at all. If nothing else this is one of the best that I have read. Amazing. Truly amazing.