The place where the sky and the sun meet
i listened to her play her newest song. she was desperate for me to hear it.. like it was a message that was doomed to self-destruct if not heard soon enough.
as she played, she messed up, quite to her dismay. "What did you think, even though it wasn't right?"
she couldn't tell that i loved it, because i hated it. it was beautiful, but only served as a reminder of the fucked up relationship we have.
i cried. i cried during the song, i cried after it, i cried during my confession. "I love her," I choked out.
"Are you in love with her?" Isn't that the question everyone asks? Isn't it obvious by my actions?
"It's like a letter that I wrote to someone who left before I could say goodbye." Could it be for anyone else? I'm leaving in about a month. I'm leaving her behind.
"It's about you, and Erin, and.... the blue eyes part is for you." I feel like people remember me most for my eyes. Some for shallow reasons, others for what's behind them.
My bright blue eyes, radiating like the hope and optimism that once leaked from my body. Radiating like the hope that people latch onto when it comes to me. I'm the untamable, the unchangeable.
She changed me for a moment, and never let go. Who moves the unmovable and then lets go?
No one will change me now. I've become hard and rough where I was once soft and passionate, firm where I was bending, calloused where I was innocent.
What do you think, even though it's not right? I mess up, quite to my dismay. I feel an urgency attached to this matter, like it will fly away if I don't catch it soon enough.
I imagine my sense of being drifting into the bright blue sky, into the clean, crisp air. It floats up like a feather falls down, tracing a path from side to side. I imagine it heading towards the radiating sun, I imagine it on a casual, but slightly determined path to the place where the sky and the sun meet. I imagine it getting lost there forever.
I imagine people only remembering me for my eyes. The girl with the bright blue eyes that eventually burned out.
as she played, she messed up, quite to her dismay. "What did you think, even though it wasn't right?"
she couldn't tell that i loved it, because i hated it. it was beautiful, but only served as a reminder of the fucked up relationship we have.
i cried. i cried during the song, i cried after it, i cried during my confession. "I love her," I choked out.
"Are you in love with her?" Isn't that the question everyone asks? Isn't it obvious by my actions?
"It's like a letter that I wrote to someone who left before I could say goodbye." Could it be for anyone else? I'm leaving in about a month. I'm leaving her behind.
"It's about you, and Erin, and.... the blue eyes part is for you." I feel like people remember me most for my eyes. Some for shallow reasons, others for what's behind them.
My bright blue eyes, radiating like the hope and optimism that once leaked from my body. Radiating like the hope that people latch onto when it comes to me. I'm the untamable, the unchangeable.
She changed me for a moment, and never let go. Who moves the unmovable and then lets go?
No one will change me now. I've become hard and rough where I was once soft and passionate, firm where I was bending, calloused where I was innocent.
What do you think, even though it's not right? I mess up, quite to my dismay. I feel an urgency attached to this matter, like it will fly away if I don't catch it soon enough.
I imagine my sense of being drifting into the bright blue sky, into the clean, crisp air. It floats up like a feather falls down, tracing a path from side to side. I imagine it heading towards the radiating sun, I imagine it on a casual, but slightly determined path to the place where the sky and the sun meet. I imagine it getting lost there forever.
I imagine people only remembering me for my eyes. The girl with the bright blue eyes that eventually burned out.