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It's terrible, this isn't even real story stuff. Just drabbles. (Which are fun to write, but... well...) All in all, I have mostly just been unmotivated, lately. And roleplaying is, in some respects, far easier than writing a story, because as soon as you don't know what to say, you close the tags and press "submit." It's great, really. So hopefully I will jump back on the actually-writing-stuff wagon soon.
Oh, and this has nothing to do with Joyeux Noel. It's mostly just random because-I-felt-like-it.
Fly/Fall
I’ve never wondered what it was to fly, because watching you, you make me fly. Your triumphs have been my triumphs, and I would move mountains to see that smile on your face, to feel the accomplishment emanating off of you.
For my life, I have never seen someone so pure. So eager to please. I wanted to hide you. Keep you smiling.
So someone tell me, how did it come to pass that I was the one who broke your smile forever?
I’ve never wondered what it was to fall, either. That day, when the last of your happiness drained out of you like sand through an hourglass, I knew that you had hit the ground hard, and perhaps we could never fly again.
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I wanted to hate you. Sometimes I think I still do. I want to be able to pull myself away from you. To forget you, even. Erase you from my life.
But I can’t, and you know why. You’re written under my skin. India ink. Indelible.
“We are unique siblings,” you told me, and I believed you. We were special.
“So you and I will continue to exist together.”
I pictured a bond, a string of fate that pulled and pushed, but never let us separate. I cannot breathe without you.
So I do not hate you, and for that I hate myself. I love you, even after all of everything. And I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving.
EDIT: Errors fixed. Thanks, tsuralai
Oh, and this has nothing to do with Joyeux Noel. It's mostly just random because-I-felt-like-it.
Fly/Fall
I’ve never wondered what it was to fly, because watching you, you make me fly. Your triumphs have been my triumphs, and I would move mountains to see that smile on your face, to feel the accomplishment emanating off of you.
For my life, I have never seen someone so pure. So eager to please. I wanted to hide you. Keep you smiling.
So someone tell me, how did it come to pass that I was the one who broke your smile forever?
I’ve never wondered what it was to fall, either. That day, when the last of your happiness drained out of you like sand through an hourglass, I knew that you had hit the ground hard, and perhaps we could never fly again.
Untitled
I wanted to hate you. Sometimes I think I still do. I want to be able to pull myself away from you. To forget you, even. Erase you from my life.
But I can’t, and you know why. You’re written under my skin. India ink. Indelible.
“We are unique siblings,” you told me, and I believed you. We were special.
“So you and I will continue to exist together.”
I pictured a bond, a string of fate that pulled and pushed, but never let us separate. I cannot breathe without you.
So I do not hate you, and for that I hate myself. I love you, even after all of everything. And I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving.
EDIT: Errors fixed. Thanks, tsuralai