A/n: More of an emotional route as well, why? You may ask, I do not know.
( I am not a poet, who can make words sound beautiful. But a teen who likes to write for a hobby, and I wanted to try something a little different. Hopefully this meets some expectations, enjoy... )
Let's ride in!
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It'd be a cliché to start it off as, 'Your limbs was entangled with another being'.
Though why not be a cliché and go just that route. One could wonder why a universe would throw so much bullshit at them over and over, just one fuck up after another. And it'd be a duty— to try and out smart the simulation and rid the paradox.
Try to tango with the parallel society. And yet, why not imagine the fuck ups with Charlize? You guys could never catch a break if you guys wanted too... How to swim with the metaphors, to swim with the muse. To channel the philosophy of philosophers. With the orange rays, seeping through the whimsy crack of the curtains. And with the two arms wrapped around the past weeping blonde. You planted the kisses to her cheek. The blonde squirming in your grasp.
Kissing Charlize once more. She let her eyes peer open, coming camera focus on your living corpse. How a camera can slow a scene down, reality did just that. Just focusing on the Theron above you, ethereal graciousness. "Morning baby" Charlize hummed, still half asleep.
You gave a small squeeze and uttered what needed to be said "I'm sorry"
The morning confusion targeting Charlize seemingly "What for love?"— "For making you cry... for not talking to you, I shouldn't have left. I shouldn't have let the articles affect me like they did. Because that lead me to hurting you. And I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I know it's in the past, bu-"
"Baby stop" Charlize mumbled.
"No Char. I need to say it" Getting cut off once more.
"Y/n" Charlize spoke firmly.
"Quit feeling sorry, you don't have to be sorry for me nor yourself. I forgive you baby, I forgive you. The articles will always take a toll and will make you feel like shit, but do not. Do not... let the articles define you; because I don't let that determine my judgement for the woman I fell for"
"Y/n, I... I cannot put it into words, on how much you drive me insane. Your presence drive me insane, the laughters, your creativity, your smile, your eyes, just you in general. Baby..."
The tears started to form in your eyes. How the word sorry can be in sync with so much emotions.
Just why, why does saying sorry comes to us so naturally? Why can't sorry be in a different form of built together words to let a love one know how sincere we are. Sorry...
Sorry...
Sorry ...
Sorry...
Sorry...
It's basic, yet. It can be more than basic, let it be translated to something more unique, profound, extra... ordinary...
Why not let other words slip from our tongues, than 'Sorry'.
Why not, my love. A sorry could never be enough, as I have caused you pain. A pain that I was the breeder of. As I let my own, bitter insecurities, plague the mind of my breathing soul. A person who writes, who writes such cruel said nothings on a website. That's visible for eyes, who has a source, that's not locked away. Though it should.
My love, I am no saint, I am no devil, I am human. A being who makes mistakes along with the other eight billion temples. Though I am my own mountain who can rise and soon be destroyed, tearing the other nature of society with me.
As of society, I mean you. I brought you down, because I was scared to let myself down. To have doubt circulating me, throwing tomatoes. As one who thought they were divine in the art of comedy, yet. I am no comedic. I am me. I am learning, learning to live. To let go, to be free.
To be myself, as you said, my love. You don't let the articles— judge the woman you fell for and how I shouldn't let that determine me. To determine, my. Personality...
My love, how we as a unit, can let tranquility, venom our lives. Let tranquillity, pour into our bodies and be content with just each other;
My love, I have seek for validation my whole life. Yet— it has not seek me. And though, I could understand. As I've been reckless and foolish.
I have been cruel and stupid. I have damaged an immense versatile of a being, who chosen me.
My love I would like to honor you and ask for forgiveness, to ask for your hand in restorations. I'd like to sit at the foot of your throne and tend to you, to prove that. I have rehabilitated from my last occurrences, and it'd be faithful and respectful, to wait the click clocking time out, till it strike twelve, how it chimed in fantasies. To wait for a verdict of a life time. So my love, as I won't let a sorry for my lips slip. I hope you could, can and will. Take this verbal recital into consideration...
A sorry can be proven strong, but it cannot always fix the broken. Though a heartfelt letter or a poem can mean all the seas combined...
"How?" You whispered— a simple droplet rolling from one of your eyes.
"How what , baby?" Wiping the tear from your cheek.
"How do Thomas, Ava.... How do you... know just the right things to say; in such extreme environments, let alone to me who's always a mess" You tried speaking, however your voice cracked just saying the simple phrase. Gaping down at Charlize.
Leaning into a sitting position, you arising yourself. Gripping both of your hands.
"Y/n... because as humans, it comes natural for us to comfort a person in distress. The reason why a person may sound so put together and so wise, is because they are speaking from experience. Warning you to not make the same mistakes they may have done."
Her gaze switching from either of your eyes, keeping you captive.— "Charlize... I-" You nearly muttered.
"It's okay baby, you don't have to say anything. Okay, just leave it be. Time has already done it's course. You're forgiven.
A sorry is not needed, okay?" Wiping the excess tear from your morning face.
You nodded "Okay..." You vocalised softly.
Taking her members from your hands, Charlize brought either members to either side of your face, connecting her lips with your owns.
Taking your lips into a beloved, tender kiss.
A knock interrupting a personal matter, and you both shared a laugh. "Fuck" Charlize mumbled through a chuckle.
"Kids" You laughed.
"Mommy? Are you up?!" A voice sounded from the opposite side of the door.
"Yes baby, I am. Give me a second, I'll be out to start breakfast!"— "Okay, me and Auggie is in the sitting room!" Informing the whereabouts.
"Okay sweetie!" Charlize replied.
Turning back to you a smile fled her face. "And the day begins"
"Mhm, Charlize?"
"Yes baby?"— "Thanks for being so understanding" You uttered.
Giving a sincere smile, she leaned back in for another kiss. Pulling away when you both heard the indistinct bickering, you snickered "Looks like the day has officially begun" You laughed.— "Yep..." Charlize hummed.
With the differences aside, you both left the room ready to get the day going. With a new path to take and new feelings to explore.
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