toherdismay

we lay there quietly, silently breathing, peaceful in each-others arms, and i turned and looked into your ocean eyes, and you smiled deeply, stroking my rosy cheeks gently, my lips brushed against yours and i felt your heart, it was beating and beating to the sound of my breathing and then i parted my lips to your ear "i love you, so much." and then we were kissing madly, passionately and extraordinarily. between breaths you whispered "i. think. i'm. falling. in. love. with. you"

i remember the distinct smell of summer. when the leaves floated softly down from the treetops and the eyes of small children smiled greedily as ice-cream dripped down their chins. i remember the sweet bliss that came with the tropical heat; the endless brown glow of the sand on the beach and the taste of pineapple against dried lips. it's the simple things in life that are always the most beautiful. summer is sweet like a floating breeze drifting through a window at midnight. summer is a sprinkle of happiness that fills in the holes of the unhappy. summer is everywhere. summer is near. i can feel it coming. and i can feel the happiness

isn't it funny how when you think life is getting on track, something just has to falter. how something has to break down suddenly after it's been built. how someone has to steal your smiles and replace them with tears. i tell myself: i am fine, just fine. but in my heart, i am broken and bleeding with traces of my faith escaping through rough edged cuts. it's as if from the very moment i was born, i've been cursed with the unending spell of pain. the darkness is creeping all over my skin again and i know that this time, i may not recover. i may not be able to keep breathing because it feels like drowning in a deep lake, wit

people bleed. the flesh and blood of a heartbeat and a heart-breaker seeps through milky skin and deep dark eyes. eyes of seduction, eyes of betrayal, eyes of something broken. with strong arms and jagged blue veins that are like the leaking ink of a pen, this poisonous sadist remains like fragments of glass throughout my mind. people bleed inside and out. going full speed with the air pulling at my face, going too fast, stopping suddenly in slow motion. glass splattering the windshield as the two halves of my once-whole heart roll onto the gravel - i am bleeding inside and out. psychologically and physically dispersed. people bleed until