"If I don't say this now, I will surely break
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
Forgive the urgency, but hurry up and wait
My heart has started to separate"- The Fray
She looked at him with an innocent face, the eyes inset with a contrasting wisdom. Portraying the depth of those which had seen too much, and felt more pain, than is customary for a delicate being of twenty years. She read too much, and understood too little. She bought what was sold, and kept it close to her heart. Unaware, that the sharpest weapons should be kept the furthest away from such an ornament of consequence. Yet, ornament it was. Fistful of blood.
If only I could stop watching you. Deciphering what wasn't meant to be deciphered in the first place.
Tenacity. Who knew it was an art of the immeasurably practiced. To her, it had always been something that came naturally, through everything that she could derive passion from. Only that now, it had to be applied in the opposition. Velocities, friction, speed, rate and time. The physicists of the world could be put through some strenuous tests, if her little mind, body and soul were to be believed.
You just said no. So was it just for me? Why such preferential treatment of the most negative order? Why can't I be that girl? Shouldn't be so difficult to answer...
She makes her way through the clear space that still manages to tangle her, and make its way to where it matters the most. While she's walking, little salt lines appear, almost magically, on her smooth cheekbones. Purity can so often be misjudged, and even more often made dirty. Which one is it going to be? Because let's face it. It can be either a life of anonymity, or the one that you're leading, beautifully ugly. She never knew what to choose. Reason enough that she landed herself those eyes. Big, light and beautiful. But you still don't want to own them.
I might die. Would you care then?
He had a million other lives to live, while she lay still, begging for just one. Bathed and devoid of everything but him.
Probably not.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
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You're extremely aware of how very attractive you are, aren't you? I would be, too, if I were you (you do have immensely intriguing eyes), but beauty is the most captivating when it's unassuming.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I really don't think I'm quite that attractive at all, honestly. I'm okay. :) But what comes across in my writing is probably a picture of how I'd like to be. Which is why I made sure it was a "she" and not "me." :)
ReplyDelete"She bought what was sold, and kept it close to her heart"
ReplyDelete"So was it just for me? Why such preferential treatment of the most negative order? Why can't I be that girl? Shouldn't be so difficult to answer..."
I absolutely am in love with what you write. If i could, I would memorise it.
"Reason enough that she landed herself those eyes. Big, light and beautiful. But you still don't want to own them."
ReplyDeleteWhile your posts are gorgeous in their entirety, there's always a specific couple of lines that just strip away the layers and show me myself :)
I am always unsure what to say to such exceptional piece of writing. There is so much that starts going through my head and i end up saying nothing.
ReplyDeleteI think you have the gift.
Thank you all. So, SO much. :)
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