Tell me goodbye
Little something I wrote during my shift at work when sudden inspiration hit me. It's not a fanfic nor has it something to do with Jrock itself. It's just a short little piece.
With every orange leaf that touches the ground, the one that lets the top of the trees and falls into the empty space, a tear escapes my eyes' protection and slides down my cheeks.
With every shaking breath I inhale, the one my lungs need to keep me alive, my heart lets another pulse disappear into the silence.
Everything around me dived in the hush of the lonely night, letting me either try to reach it's surface or drown in it. I, having no strength anymore, choose the second one, unbothered whether I will survive or die.
-/-
Your touch possessive, your words loving.
"I want you."
The marks on my body scream their master's name, shown to anyone who's curious enough. The scratches speak on their own, their sayings bloody and dirty.
Once I feel your hands touch every part of my body, I let sounds I never wanted, making myself no better than the rest of the whores you use.
Your tongue exploring my mouth, the warmth of your being breaking the ice around my heart and bringing me back to life from my internal filth of well-worth fortune.
The softness. The love. It was all a lie I did not deserve to earn as a truth.
-/-
The note of another lonely night making the melody even longer; a song you had written with your own absence. The sun kept shining, the birds singing, the clouds raining. I kept breaking, my heart longing, my eyes crying.
Just like the summer wind, you disappeared with no memory left behind. A cooling, relaxing wind that brought a smile of relief in the hot summer day, you were soon to be gone with no warning.
Nothing but a glimpse of memory.
-/-
And when I saw you again, I didn't let mouths speak.
-/-
Longing for your affections, your breath-taking acts and romantic words I let nothing sneak between us. Our bodies tangled together and dancing to a hot, steamy dance made for the two of us.
Like tango but not allowed to be shared with anyone else; more passionate.
In the silence moans were released, sloppy kisses being heard, the pleasure blocking our sights and just making us shut our eyes closed for greater emotions to arrive.
Our thoughts drowning in white steam and under the sheet of sweat, I feel my heart waking up from it's long sleep. It's heartbeats become prouder and stronger, signaling another break down when you would walk away again.
With every orange leaf that touches the ground, the one that lets the top of the trees and falls into the empty space, a tear escapes my eyes' protection and slides down my cheeks.
With every shaking breath I inhale, the one my lungs need to keep me alive, my heart lets another pulse disappear into the silence.
Everything around me dived in the hush of the lonely night, letting me either try to reach it's surface or drown in it. I, having no strength anymore, choose the second one, unbothered whether I will survive or die.
-/-
Your touch possessive, your words loving.
"I want you."
The marks on my body scream their master's name, shown to anyone who's curious enough. The scratches speak on their own, their sayings bloody and dirty.
Once I feel your hands touch every part of my body, I let sounds I never wanted, making myself no better than the rest of the whores you use.
Your tongue exploring my mouth, the warmth of your being breaking the ice around my heart and bringing me back to life from my internal filth of well-worth fortune.
The softness. The love. It was all a lie I did not deserve to earn as a truth.
-/-
The note of another lonely night making the melody even longer; a song you had written with your own absence. The sun kept shining, the birds singing, the clouds raining. I kept breaking, my heart longing, my eyes crying.
Just like the summer wind, you disappeared with no memory left behind. A cooling, relaxing wind that brought a smile of relief in the hot summer day, you were soon to be gone with no warning.
Nothing but a glimpse of memory.
-/-
And when I saw you again, I didn't let mouths speak.
-/-
Longing for your affections, your breath-taking acts and romantic words I let nothing sneak between us. Our bodies tangled together and dancing to a hot, steamy dance made for the two of us.
Like tango but not allowed to be shared with anyone else; more passionate.
In the silence moans were released, sloppy kisses being heard, the pleasure blocking our sights and just making us shut our eyes closed for greater emotions to arrive.
Our thoughts drowning in white steam and under the sheet of sweat, I feel my heart waking up from it's long sleep. It's heartbeats become prouder and stronger, signaling another break down when you would walk away again.