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i.
"They fell in love at first-sight."
He was the boy with the pocket-watch heart that no longer told time and the sandpaper skin that she was afraid to touch and a past that was better left untold. His heart used to tick effortlessly and his skin wasn't always that rough you know. She was the girl with the glass eyes and the broken smile and a secret for each breath she exhausted. Sometimes if you were lucky enough you could make out the words as they pumped out her mouth but she made sure to purse her lips when around him.
ii.
"I am nothing without you."
When she wasn't around he would count his steps so he knew how far he had walked without her hand in his. She would lie on her roof and count the stars and let out a secret for each one; a secret she was too scared to let him see. When they were together, you could hear the little hand and big hand scratching at his ribcage because they were trying to move, but his lungs would always get in the way. He was hoping it wouldn't come to him having to choose between his heart ticking once again and his lungs expiring oxygen no more. She would try and look into his eyes but get so frustrated because she would always only see the back of her head. That's the problem with glass eyes you know; you can only see distorted reflections of what's inside you and she never liked what she saw.
iii.
"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be alive."
His nerve endings malfunctioned once and he grew numb and he tried to bring them in but they wouldn't give him his money back. When he started losing his mind he went to the doctor but they said there was nothing they could do to reverse it and took all the money in his wallet. Then when his heart stopped ticking he took it in to a repairman and he was told he would have to fix it himself. He never found out how. She used to have the prettiest eyes and perfect vision and was always about the details. She was very observant of everything around her and then one day she took a good look in the mirror. She knew the world wasn't near perfect but had never realized how imperfect she was until she saw for herself. Ever since, she's only been able to see what's right in front of her and the ugly truth that lies inside her. She always liked to fix everyone else and when she first met him, she vowed she would make him whole. Too bad she never learned how to fix herself.
iv.
"You complete me."
Alone, they were the two most dysfunctional people one could meet, but together, for some reason, they worked. She wore away the rough edges of his skin and he replaced her glass eyes with replicas of his, so for once she could see how much he thought of her. He clawed away at his chest until he broke through his breastplate and removed the fragments of his once functional pocket-watch heart and placed them on the bedside table. He no longer wanted it fixed because then time would start passing him by again and he knew he wanted to live in this moment forever. She smiled her still broken smile but he loved it anyways and never wanted it to change. He planted his lips on hers and when he pulled away she finally exhaled a secret legible enough for him to read it.
I've been waiting for you my whole life. The wait was more than worth it.
"They fell in love at first-sight."
He was the boy with the pocket-watch heart that no longer told time and the sandpaper skin that she was afraid to touch and a past that was better left untold. His heart used to tick effortlessly and his skin wasn't always that rough you know. She was the girl with the glass eyes and the broken smile and a secret for each breath she exhausted. Sometimes if you were lucky enough you could make out the words as they pumped out her mouth but she made sure to purse her lips when around him.
ii.
"I am nothing without you."
When she wasn't around he would count his steps so he knew how far he had walked without her hand in his. She would lie on her roof and count the stars and let out a secret for each one; a secret she was too scared to let him see. When they were together, you could hear the little hand and big hand scratching at his ribcage because they were trying to move, but his lungs would always get in the way. He was hoping it wouldn't come to him having to choose between his heart ticking once again and his lungs expiring oxygen no more. She would try and look into his eyes but get so frustrated because she would always only see the back of her head. That's the problem with glass eyes you know; you can only see distorted reflections of what's inside you and she never liked what she saw.
iii.
"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be alive."
His nerve endings malfunctioned once and he grew numb and he tried to bring them in but they wouldn't give him his money back. When he started losing his mind he went to the doctor but they said there was nothing they could do to reverse it and took all the money in his wallet. Then when his heart stopped ticking he took it in to a repairman and he was told he would have to fix it himself. He never found out how. She used to have the prettiest eyes and perfect vision and was always about the details. She was very observant of everything around her and then one day she took a good look in the mirror. She knew the world wasn't near perfect but had never realized how imperfect she was until she saw for herself. Ever since, she's only been able to see what's right in front of her and the ugly truth that lies inside her. She always liked to fix everyone else and when she first met him, she vowed she would make him whole. Too bad she never learned how to fix herself.
iv.
"You complete me."
Alone, they were the two most dysfunctional people one could meet, but together, for some reason, they worked. She wore away the rough edges of his skin and he replaced her glass eyes with replicas of his, so for once she could see how much he thought of her. He clawed away at his chest until he broke through his breastplate and removed the fragments of his once functional pocket-watch heart and placed them on the bedside table. He no longer wanted it fixed because then time would start passing him by again and he knew he wanted to live in this moment forever. She smiled her still broken smile but he loved it anyways and never wanted it to change. He planted his lips on hers and when he pulled away she finally exhaled a secret legible enough for him to read it.
I've been waiting for you my whole life. The wait was more than worth it.
Literature
cliches.
you don't taste like love, rainbows and sunshine, because love, rainbows and sunshine don't fucking taste like anything.
Literature
Cliche
i. true love
& you were that one famous line
of a love poem – 1863 sonnet
scripted down your spine, verses
of sternum & shuddering heartbeat.
i remember the sheets twisted blue
as the eventide, your eyes like thelassia,
that species of ocean grass. we swayed
to the music of galaxies colliding.
our song was the day the tides
finally curled round the moon's face.
ii. cancer
eventides, thelassia eyes, moon
great and heavy as that one lucky coin
that refused to land, to grant a wish
or let luck decide for us. there were
star crabs scuttling under your
oragami skin. & i never realized
all the ways that you folded
until t
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Bittersweet
"Darling, what makes you love me?" The question is so simply stated, in her purple velvet voice, as she reclines in his strong arms, and lets the bittersweet smoke caress their limbs, pulling them closer together.
His long inhale, as the toxins coat the soft tissue of his black lungs, is audible, as he mulls over the question before answering.
"I love how you can make insanity look beautiful." He states, recreating the day he came home, in his mind. The day he found her telling stories to the static on the television. The day he started to question if his joking label of "crazy" may possibly ring true.
"I love how I can tell when you're ha
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note: the cliches in quotes are intended. this is supposed to be a cliched piece written in a non-cliche way. did i succeed?
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these words are my heart. i hope they reach yours.
comments and critiques please. comment if you fave. feedback on flow, originality, metaphors, and imagery.
these words are my heart. i hope they reach yours.
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That's the problem with glass eyes you know; you can only see distorted reflections of what's inside you and she never liked what she saw.
^^ love this line.
^^ love this line.