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"Best Friends" is a weapon

Colliding with the open window as I throw myself into things I’ve never felt before. Jealousy claws as love aches, and I’m seeing a reflection of emotions, not people. I catch myself as I fall, telling myself to deal with it. Keep pushing against the shove, it’ll all get better. I can’t keep you for myself forever. The words you say, well they kill me, but I love them all the same. Just speak into my ear, so I can die happy. These oceans of feelings keep crashing as i sleep soundly remembering your smile. Another dream to wake up from, I suppose, as my lips touch yours in imaginary scenes. The music keeps playing, so why is the silence so deep? Nothing more than petty desires, yet it hurts too much to bear. Raw, innocent thoughts turn into what seperates children from adults. Cursive words of terrible innocence mar the white skin of blank pages. Best friends is the gun you’ve got in mind, so put it to my heart and pull the trigger. I’d like a hole in my heart so I don’t see your apologetic eyes

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