do you ever think about how weird reading is
our eyes are able to scan these different symbols and construct the scenarios and concepts they describe in our mind
and these concepts have the power to twist our emotions and make us cry and laugh and wow reading is weird
i think it’s one of the most beautiful things in the world
Later that day, a man stopped me in the street only to tell me that i looked most beautiful when my eyes portray sadness. By then i felt thrusted into a landfill in which the greatest of my fears became a reality, and my wounds were visible. Those words suffocated the joy out of my speech, my walk, my gaze. All of a sudden i felt those long lost layers of unspoken sentiment fall once again on my shoulders, growing and growing until my neck was irritated from the inside and my vocal chords could no longer function. I could only emit the sound of sobs, but I refused to.
Neither one of us is satisfied now. I missed the sound of your heartbeat upon my stomach. You say it was that longing- for my thighs, lips, and fingertips- that drove you to seek remembrance in another. You say it’s all shady, that she didn’t mean anything to you. Yet i can’t; i won’t. I held your hand as you thrust into me and pressed your chest onto my back, and turned my head to recieve your kiss. I bent my body sideways in order to feel your hands trailing among my breasts, my bellybutton, and my femininity. I moaned to your ear as the sweat dropped from your body onto my figure, losing our individual silhouettes in order to find each other as one sole entity. I looked into your small blue eyes when you said that you could make love to me for the rest of your life. I know you never seeked lust in me, and the mere idea seemed distant. So don’t tell me your mind was looking for me when you touched her.