It would seem that we have arrived at an impasse.
Us, you and me,
stuttering along through this thing that we are meant to call “us” but
somehow feels more like a you and a me and some sticky tape that is
pulling at our skin uncomfortably. We have been re-glued so many times,
the area has become calloused, and frankly neither of us really took the
time to fix it before deciding we should put ourselves together again. That
was how I saw it anyway, that night, when he came over, cold and tired
and crying and begging for someone to love him. We fused back together
that day, fused back together in the most haphazard sense, in the most
reckless sense, not checking to see if the wounds underneath had healed
because of course they did not; we are a generation of impatience. I think
back to that night now, that moment when I saw you cry. It was the first
time I had every seen you express any real emotion towards me, any real
feeling of regret, and I must admit I was drunk on it. The power was all
consuming, the fact that in this one moment you were putty in my hands
was just too much to resist. You came through the front door almost
violently, if there is a way to be violent and almost utterly defeated at the
same time. I knew exactly what I was doing, I knew I did not love you, I
knew that I was going to regret the decision, but I made it anyway. Hoping
that eventually you would just know this is what I was thinking, that these
were the things I was begging to say. But you can’t tell, and I won’t say it,
so we hold cold hands and press on.
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thank you 🙂
Seriously solid write! Salute!
This is beautiful. And I can relate.. Very well done!
You’re very welcome! 🙂
Delightful and poignant story. Thanks.
Waw, So strong, passionate and breath capturing.
you write beautifully
“We have been re-glued so many times, the area has become calloused, and frankly neither of us really took the time to fix it before deciding we should put ourselves together again”
This is so beautiful because it is so true. Thank you for writing this.
Love your work! Could you please read my chapter 1 to see if I should continue or just give up 🙂 Thanks!
sure, link me to it
Thank you so much
i think you need to work on showing and not telling (“they were scared vs. their hearts quickened”) and maybe build up to the kidnapping, it seems to come out of nowhere.
This is a sad, beautiful poem and so inspirational
I love your writing!! Actually you were an inspiration for my blog 🙂 Cold you look at it and tell me what do you thin about it? I would be really really greatfull. For now there are just 4 short poems so there’s not much reading
Loved this idea of fusion and the mix of temptation and fragility. Great piece!