Thursday, 6 August 2015

6th August. The day before.

I hate you I love you. I miss you. She kissed your nose and your face glowed red. I turned into different shades of grey and blue. I said I wouldn’t, but I did. Now your cheeks burn from the fire in your chest when she touches you, but my stained cheeks burn from the tears I cry every night.
A tear slipped of my cheek followed by more. Even my tears aren’t alone. Thunder shakes my world while sun shines in his, hers and everyone’s. I’ve become the girl that you wasted a couple months with. We spent months together? It went by a little too soon.
You are on an island, a tropical island. The sun shines, the wave’s moves like the wind, and smiles are all you see. I’ve built my bridge and faded away from this island and made my own. Here the thunder roars and bellows, rain splashes along with my tears, and I’m alone.
Now the bridge erodes as the wave’s crash into its fragile structure. Sticks hit the sea and disappear into the darkness. Forever. Sea takes over my island slowly, fast and then slows again. The hostility of the island makes me want to run back into yours and jump into your embrace. But there isn’t space for me.
You looked through me for a second. So far away that you were now the size of my fingernail. But I know. I know you were looking through me. Not at me, but through me. You saw my pain but looked at her eyes after and you smiled.

And with a swift movement; my ears were blocked with water. The sun faded and was washed over by a blue light and then black light flooded my world. 

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