The first stain happened when your hand first touched mine.
The second is black pen ink.
The third was an accident, or so everyone said.
The fourth is a burn or worse.
The fifth is the name of a feeling I made up and then wrote down.
When no one's around, I practice saying the words you'll never hear.
When no one's around I sometimes say I hate you or I hate your name at pleasant moments during an everyday's job.
ReplyDelete''The fifth is the name of a feeling I made up and then wrote down.''
I write on post-its, draw on them.
*Sigh* I'm content now more than I ever was during the rollercoaster of 'us'. We both left us and now It feels good. *Sigh*
Still hating you during the laundry, out loud and shining! Hereee's
That photo is freaking me out!
ReplyDeletesaying the words to your face would make me feel so much better, complete a broken part of me. but i won't do that, because i can't let you go. no, because i won't let you go. the sixth stain you left on my right arm, it was no accident. it was a moment of sheer bliss that was quickly suffocated by the rising sun and our settling blood. it's carried through the fights and the tears but it's fading out as the week continue. our summer started much too late and ended far too soon, but maybe it's for the best.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Keep writing. X
ReplyDeleteI don't hate you. But hey, as long as you feel better. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteWhen no one's around I imagine what life would be like without existance...
ReplyDeleteBroken
I’ll reach for your hand in the cold of winter, I’ll reach for your hand in the heat of summer. But if my short life can’t reach the dawn of spring, I promise, in heaven, I’ll reach you with my wings.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Well written.
ReplyDeleteCheers
Randeep
''Our summer started much too late and ended far too soon, but maybe it's for the best. ''
ReplyDeletethank you
I don't know how if the sixth stain will be our last.
What number sounds best, six or seven.
@ Alison:
ReplyDeleteIt's a sculpture in Hamburg, locals aren't too fond of it. It almost sank too.
As for the last sentence, that's what I do. I'm in love with a girl, and we've got a past together, and I'm still mad for her, 2 years on.
You always bring readers to difficult, uncertain places. Only excellent writers can do that. Love this.
ReplyDeleteThe love that I feel has at least doubled or tripled with each passing year. <3
ReplyDeleteYou've been my most favorite regret.
ReplyDeletethe last sentence made me sob before i checked myself
ReplyDeleteSome things are better just left in my head.
ReplyDelete"''Our summer started much too late and ended far too soon, but maybe it's for the best. ''
ReplyDeletethank you
I don't know how if the sixth stain will be our last.
What number sounds best, six or seven."
You're welcome ^.^ i very much hope you can have one stain after another with someone who makes you truly happy, as silly as that sounds.
It is a good idea to tell you, I loved you?
ReplyDeleteDo you secretly love and don't tell?
Begin forwarded message:
ReplyDeleteFrom: Videobob Moseley
Date: August 10, 2011 9:35:55 PM CDT
To: Omar
Subject: crazy
I am still totally confused as to what the hell went wrong with Clint.
He was totally cool and then he just flipped out and attacked me for no reason at all.
Al I know is that I totally don't like him now and I won't be forgiving him.
If I ever see the dude again I going to break his neck.
If he comes to my house or my shop I will shoot him in the face.
So make sure he knows that.
I wil not have this dude fucking with me and my friends.
I have put the word out to everyone I know.
So if I were you I wouldn't be seen with him.
You need to move out and get the fuck as far away from him as possible.
If and when you do, feel free to give me a call.
My beef is not with you. Just him.
It's no secret, that I love you
ReplyDeleteI just don't tell you, anymore
If you'd like to hear it just be still, listen. It's in everything
I let the river run and found my love along the way. I fell from the sky to journey down the sides of mountain peaks of the steepest valleys to the sea. Guided by your voice I traveled miles to meet you carving rock and stone in my path. You are and always were more than a feeling. When no one's around, I hear every word you say. Me.
ReplyDeleteI do love you. And one day I wish I'll have the chance to tell you. I'll always remember you like I said I would because you're always in the back of my mind. And you'll always have a piece of my heart, I left it with you when you left that summer. And "when no one's around, I practice saying the words you'll never hear."
ReplyDeleteI found my love in the same river afterall. Despite the dangers of leaky faucets, scardy cat. Me.
ReplyDeleteI love the second line - redolent of writing love letters with a real ink pen.
ReplyDeleteThat post was all just for you.
ReplyDeleteI know they're just for ME.
ReplyDeleteI found you in the reflection pond. Me.
ReplyDeleteYou leave the readers in complete awe and wonder. I wonder how you do that. Completely addicted to your blog.
ReplyDeleteOnly I'm not one of the sitting ducks baby. Me.
ReplyDeletewe in silence don our mantles
ReplyDeletedressed in waves I move the deep
while you are climbing up
into the blaze where you were born
in our game of secret knowing
bells will nod across the rift
I am left here in the sounding
where the details of your face
dwarf monuments and cities
ascending from the shore
me