i'm practicing my writing skills. obviously, i'm failing.
title: you can’t catch me
pairing: sasuke/sakura
summary: good things happen in threes. she looks at him, she dreams of him, she speaks to him. and she finds the strength to stand.
notes: this was originally for deviantART, but i was thinking of sasusaku the entire time anyway, so whatever. i know peaches aren’t sasuke’s favorite fruit, but it seemed to fit, so whatever. and i know this is weird. forgive me.
i look at you.
i look at you, and it feels like waves are crashing down on me.
i look at you, and my heart aches for an unknown reason.
every night, i pray to some god that i don’t believe in that you will come home. you don’t have to come running into my arms, because my arms is the last place you belong-but i just want you to be here and watch us laugh and cry over you and sometimes even hiccup because you are just so overwhelming.
there are days when i feel extra wistful. on those days, i will play pretend. i will wake up and not dare to open my eyes, but i will hear your breathing next to me, feel your warmth against my side. i will have wishes and iloveyous and thankgodyou’rehomes piled on my tongue, but i will hold my breath and try to get out of bed without waking you. naturally, i will fail, and when you beckon me to stay in bed, i will turn towards you and smile.
and of course, that is when i open my eyes and see that you’re not there.
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i dream of you.
i dream of you, and i don’t want to wake up.
i dream of you, and wish for reality.
you cannot possibly blame me for forgetting about you. you personally took my simple wish to be with you and picked it apart, piece by piece, before feeding it to the dogs. you cannot blame me for being happy without you, simply because you aren’t here. you can’t blame me for anything.
when i see peaches at the market, i can’t help but feel a little reminiscent, because peaches were your favorite. you despised all things sweet, but you could never get enough of peaches. i wonder what it could’ve been like, if you hadn’t left us, your nest, your home-if the spaces between my fingers were occupied by yours, if my bed is a little more cramped because you will be there breathing next to me.
i know you’re not one for love letters, but i have always done everything you hated anyway.
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i speak to you.
i speak to you, and your monosyllabic responses echo.
i speak to you, and i feel nothing.
i am sure you will ask me for forgiveness in your own way. you will try to make up for the fissures you’ve created and the hearts you’ve trampled on. you have always been selfish, and once you have nothing left, you will desperately try to grab hold of me, because i am your last chance.
i have never wanted to hurt you, but this time, i will walk away. i am not sorry.
happiness is not tangible. it doesn’t take a certain form, and your absence has taught me that it doesn’t reside in you. do you regret it? do you feel sorrow the way we did the night you left us all? your heart has been locked and barricaded five hundred twenty times over, and i can’t tell, i simply can’t tell anymore.
maybe tonight, i will have a peach and feel reminiscent. i will feel reminiscent, and smile.
pairing: sasuke/sakura
summary: good things happen in threes. she looks at him, she dreams of him, she speaks to him. and she finds the strength to stand.
notes: this was originally for deviantART, but i was thinking of sasusaku the entire time anyway, so whatever. i know peaches aren’t sasuke’s favorite fruit, but it seemed to fit, so whatever. and i know this is weird. forgive me.
i look at you.
i look at you, and it feels like waves are crashing down on me.
i look at you, and my heart aches for an unknown reason.
every night, i pray to some god that i don’t believe in that you will come home. you don’t have to come running into my arms, because my arms is the last place you belong-but i just want you to be here and watch us laugh and cry over you and sometimes even hiccup because you are just so overwhelming.
there are days when i feel extra wistful. on those days, i will play pretend. i will wake up and not dare to open my eyes, but i will hear your breathing next to me, feel your warmth against my side. i will have wishes and iloveyous and thankgodyou’rehomes piled on my tongue, but i will hold my breath and try to get out of bed without waking you. naturally, i will fail, and when you beckon me to stay in bed, i will turn towards you and smile.
and of course, that is when i open my eyes and see that you’re not there.
-
i dream of you.
i dream of you, and i don’t want to wake up.
i dream of you, and wish for reality.
you cannot possibly blame me for forgetting about you. you personally took my simple wish to be with you and picked it apart, piece by piece, before feeding it to the dogs. you cannot blame me for being happy without you, simply because you aren’t here. you can’t blame me for anything.
when i see peaches at the market, i can’t help but feel a little reminiscent, because peaches were your favorite. you despised all things sweet, but you could never get enough of peaches. i wonder what it could’ve been like, if you hadn’t left us, your nest, your home-if the spaces between my fingers were occupied by yours, if my bed is a little more cramped because you will be there breathing next to me.
i know you’re not one for love letters, but i have always done everything you hated anyway.
-
i speak to you.
i speak to you, and your monosyllabic responses echo.
i speak to you, and i feel nothing.
i am sure you will ask me for forgiveness in your own way. you will try to make up for the fissures you’ve created and the hearts you’ve trampled on. you have always been selfish, and once you have nothing left, you will desperately try to grab hold of me, because i am your last chance.
i have never wanted to hurt you, but this time, i will walk away. i am not sorry.
happiness is not tangible. it doesn’t take a certain form, and your absence has taught me that it doesn’t reside in you. do you regret it? do you feel sorrow the way we did the night you left us all? your heart has been locked and barricaded five hundred twenty times over, and i can’t tell, i simply can’t tell anymore.
maybe tonight, i will have a peach and feel reminiscent. i will feel reminiscent, and smile.