lovers lost
a store...of love lost...
two more minutes and the moon would have been perfectly aligned with the north star and venus, there she stood at the edge of the steps her hair shined as the full moon bounce from her hair to my eyes... she acted like she wasn't excited and yet i saw a smile benieth the stone wall of a face she put on this evening. The ride to the beach was quiet. the sound of old engine parts being rushed too fast was the conversation. She doesnt know this but i left my hand open and empty by her side... she use to yell at me for not placing it there because she always held it...and now the one time i remember its too late...I get to the beach quickly turn off the engine and step out. She hasnt even unbuckled her selt belt, i do this because i needed to get something out of my eye, She couldnt see me cry. We walk on the beach, I insist she goes first...silence broken. "you lead" Thats weird she thinks, he usually takes control, why is he so submissive? we walk to where the water meets the earth and here we choose the background. I strike first..."why?" and turned in retreat but there's no where to go but more beach and more sand. "i dont know..." God walked away at this point and covered his ears knowing the few words i had to respond with. I hesitated mid sentence, i noticed a gleam in her eyes, a tear started to form and slowly shaped on her eye lashes, it fell to the sand. I have now completely stopped talking and just looked at her tears fall one by one to the ground. She wasn't even looking at me...she couldn't look me straight in the face because she knew what she had done was wrong...was painful, that it took the life from my soul and the hope from my heart and crushed all dreams a man could ever have. I could of taken my anger out on her, i could of made her feel like she was the worse whore in the world...I wanted my attack to be flawless, i wanted her to feel my pain and i wanted her to regret her life.... carefully worded, and careful said, i broke her heart forever... "You beautiful, and I love You, but We can never be lovers" i turned away and walked back to the car i could hear her drop to her knees in tears, i too was crying but not as bad as she was... I only got about 50 paces when I felt a shiver run down my back... someone once told me a spirit can be felt by goosebumps that form on the back of your neck... I couldnt leave her there crying, i walked back and lifted her from the hole she dug herself. As she staggered to a stance I embraced her with love for the last time....
...this story has no happy ending, She drowns her pain with drugs and alcohol and I grew cold and lost understanding of love, but then again not many storys have story tellers like me...
two more minutes and the moon would have been perfectly aligned with the north star and venus, there she stood at the edge of the steps her hair shined as the full moon bounce from her hair to my eyes... she acted like she wasn't excited and yet i saw a smile benieth the stone wall of a face she put on this evening. The ride to the beach was quiet. the sound of old engine parts being rushed too fast was the conversation. She doesnt know this but i left my hand open and empty by her side... she use to yell at me for not placing it there because she always held it...and now the one time i remember its too late...I get to the beach quickly turn off the engine and step out. She hasnt even unbuckled her selt belt, i do this because i needed to get something out of my eye, She couldnt see me cry. We walk on the beach, I insist she goes first...silence broken. "you lead" Thats weird she thinks, he usually takes control, why is he so submissive? we walk to where the water meets the earth and here we choose the background. I strike first..."why?" and turned in retreat but there's no where to go but more beach and more sand. "i dont know..." God walked away at this point and covered his ears knowing the few words i had to respond with. I hesitated mid sentence, i noticed a gleam in her eyes, a tear started to form and slowly shaped on her eye lashes, it fell to the sand. I have now completely stopped talking and just looked at her tears fall one by one to the ground. She wasn't even looking at me...she couldn't look me straight in the face because she knew what she had done was wrong...was painful, that it took the life from my soul and the hope from my heart and crushed all dreams a man could ever have. I could of taken my anger out on her, i could of made her feel like she was the worse whore in the world...I wanted my attack to be flawless, i wanted her to feel my pain and i wanted her to regret her life.... carefully worded, and careful said, i broke her heart forever... "You beautiful, and I love You, but We can never be lovers" i turned away and walked back to the car i could hear her drop to her knees in tears, i too was crying but not as bad as she was... I only got about 50 paces when I felt a shiver run down my back... someone once told me a spirit can be felt by goosebumps that form on the back of your neck... I couldnt leave her there crying, i walked back and lifted her from the hole she dug herself. As she staggered to a stance I embraced her with love for the last time....
...this story has no happy ending, She drowns her pain with drugs and alcohol and I grew cold and lost understanding of love, but then again not many storys have story tellers like me...