You in Beauty
I watched as December was ripped to pieces, time gone too quickly for any growing to be done.
Our flawed beauty swirling with your skirt in the icy breeze of the winter wind was childhood in a place we had once thought lost.
The dancing we did on the cleared pavement for the buskers with their deep music resonating around us no matter how apart we were.
Thank god for the cabbies working all hours and the snow that settled around our shoulders in your hair. We were impossibly beautiful; youth at its finest, living for the moment never thinking that at some point it would have to end.
Never did I dream I would be losing you, with your gorgeous mind and alluring smile, I would have thought you wanted to see how it all played out. We were on the island of misfit toys drinking with friends who once were our everything, I saw your eyes too deep to stand in searching for something I couldn't comprehend.
In the holes of our ribs where our hearts lay just beyond, you felt mine beating, laying on our backs under the Sunday sun by the windows. The feel of your skin on mine was heaven on this god forsaken earth and when I saw the shimmer in your hair I had to wonder if god was a being.
Watching you move sensual with no intention to, makes me realize what it means to dream.
The night your mother's once soothing voice croaked through the phone I knew that god had to be real. For who else could be so cruel to give me my everything just to take it away?
They always did say the good die young, why couldn't you dedicate your passion to me? Instead you went with the beautiful darkness that came with suicide; we were supposed to become dust together.
You aren't supposed to be able to kill the crooked young.
The years still fleeting but I'm not sure passing at all, no more months shattering too quickly for life to catch up.
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Stopwatch Children
Short StoryA collection of piece I have written over the years. All ideas are original and created by the author any resemblance to person's alive or dead is purely coincidental. Please do not duplicate or paraphrase any material without explicit permissio...