literature

cure.

Deviation Actions

SoUpRRmaN's avatar
By
Published:
723 Views

Literature Text

i. she is the sand between your fingers, telling you
to let go because sometimes
it's better to be totally broken than a whole missing that fragment of sand
slipping between gaps in finger-laces and you just don't have a tight enough grip for her.

ii. she is the sewer top after a rainstorm, telling you
that seashells never worked
and all she'll ever be is an ocean-soundwaves poser but sometimes
lies are prettier than the reality and you said relationships are based around honesty,
so maybe you don't know enough about fantasy for her.

iii. she is the star farthest from the earth, telling you
to never hold on to distant things because sometimes
they can be the brightest and still get lost in the sun-daze and moon-glow
and they'd just rather no one gave them love and took it away and you just don't have enough love to give to the brightest.

iv. she is the quicksand beneath your mismatch-laced shoes, telling you
that even if you're stuck, everything will have an end
and all she'll ever be is quicksand ripping you in and giving you soothing comments to last you a day but sometimes
freedom is far too large for the agoraphobic and you never held her tight enough to sooth her.
(agoraphobics and claustrophobics should never mate.)

v. you are a solid whole, telling her the truth she lied about, making long-distance seem like an inch away though this is still too far for her, and creating a cure for agoraphobics and claustrophobics.
you are a heart doctor saving the glitter thread for her and a train-track engineer connecting all the parts to lead from here to where she is with burnt coal
and being everything she once was.
i really don't know anymore.
© 2009 - 2024 SoUpRRmaN
Comments26
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
perhaps it's for the best. sometimes i think they need to find solace in other things. our palms don't hold words very well. for they were shaped to let things through. maybe it means you've let go of whatever drove you to write this. and maybe that in itselfm is good