Like Water
Title: Like Water
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
POV: Ville
AN: This is very special to me. I wrote it without thinking that it would ever be a fan fic... It's me saying goodbye to a relationship. I hope you like it.
Our love is like water. It’s always slipping through my fingers. I reach down, again and again, trying to cup it in, catch it, so I can drink it and have it inside of me forever. But I always get caught up in watching my own reflection.
And so it slips away from me.
I have given up in trying to capture it. I’ve given up in trying to take that in. Because I think that I’ve started to see, it’s not like water at all. Drinking it won’t make me any less thirsty.
I know now that just one taste, one drop of it would burn on my tongue, and I would need more and more. I would never be able to get enough, until eventually it would destroy us both.
And so I will not drink in anymore. The water that was once cool and crisp, refreshing and pure in my hands has now turned filthy, clouded and old. It used to taste so sweet and intoxicating, and now, it’s like poison.
You have become like poison.
And I can’t take that in anymore. I cannot allow myself to hurt myself in such a way.
The filth came from me, and so I have no one to blame but myself. I reached in time and time again, and so the dirt from my hands was rinsed in what possibly the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.
I made it all dirty. I ruined it.
But I don’t think that I’m sorry.
I can’t see my own reflection in it anymore. Not without trying. And what’s mirrored back to me isn’t something I love. This has made me ugly. Or it will. But I don’t think it’s too late for me. If I walk away…
Maybe it’ll be okay again.
If nothing else, I’m not as dirty as I was.
So I should thank you for helping me be clean once more.
You can never step into the same river twice. The water is always changing, always something new. I see now, now that you never changed, you never moved. And so you’ve become stagnant.
I wasn’t the only thing that made this something impure. It wasn’t all me that made this something toxic. But you’re just as unapologetic as I am.
The only difference is, you would bend to scoop up the water and throw it in my face. I never put this on anyone but me. I know now that I have to turn away from you, turn my face away so I do not get wet.
I know now that I am a river. I am changing, moving. When there is a rock, I move around it, I wear it away slowly.
You… Whenever someone throws a rock, the ripples spread out, grabbing every part of you and pulling you down, drowning you in your own misery. And I can’t watch you do that anymore either.
So I have given up trying to capture this water. It will not save me. It will poison me until I am pulled down with you.
I’m still a little bit dirty, and that’s okay. Someday, I know, I know that I will be clean again.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
POV: Ville
AN: This is very special to me. I wrote it without thinking that it would ever be a fan fic... It's me saying goodbye to a relationship. I hope you like it.
Our love is like water. It’s always slipping through my fingers. I reach down, again and again, trying to cup it in, catch it, so I can drink it and have it inside of me forever. But I always get caught up in watching my own reflection.
And so it slips away from me.
I have given up in trying to capture it. I’ve given up in trying to take that in. Because I think that I’ve started to see, it’s not like water at all. Drinking it won’t make me any less thirsty.
I know now that just one taste, one drop of it would burn on my tongue, and I would need more and more. I would never be able to get enough, until eventually it would destroy us both.
And so I will not drink in anymore. The water that was once cool and crisp, refreshing and pure in my hands has now turned filthy, clouded and old. It used to taste so sweet and intoxicating, and now, it’s like poison.
You have become like poison.
And I can’t take that in anymore. I cannot allow myself to hurt myself in such a way.
The filth came from me, and so I have no one to blame but myself. I reached in time and time again, and so the dirt from my hands was rinsed in what possibly the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.
I made it all dirty. I ruined it.
But I don’t think that I’m sorry.
I can’t see my own reflection in it anymore. Not without trying. And what’s mirrored back to me isn’t something I love. This has made me ugly. Or it will. But I don’t think it’s too late for me. If I walk away…
Maybe it’ll be okay again.
If nothing else, I’m not as dirty as I was.
So I should thank you for helping me be clean once more.
You can never step into the same river twice. The water is always changing, always something new. I see now, now that you never changed, you never moved. And so you’ve become stagnant.
I wasn’t the only thing that made this something impure. It wasn’t all me that made this something toxic. But you’re just as unapologetic as I am.
The only difference is, you would bend to scoop up the water and throw it in my face. I never put this on anyone but me. I know now that I have to turn away from you, turn my face away so I do not get wet.
I know now that I am a river. I am changing, moving. When there is a rock, I move around it, I wear it away slowly.
You… Whenever someone throws a rock, the ripples spread out, grabbing every part of you and pulling you down, drowning you in your own misery. And I can’t watch you do that anymore either.
So I have given up trying to capture this water. It will not save me. It will poison me until I am pulled down with you.
I’m still a little bit dirty, and that’s okay. Someday, I know, I know that I will be clean again.