And there he was, blood and bones. His dark siloette only a few meters from my own. We were both bearly noticeable in our dark gowns engulfed by the yet black sky and valley shadows yet we both seemed to feel the presence of each others beating heart.
He was drunk. His hair greasy and eyes wearing a strange hollowed look, threaded with scarlet so densely that they appeared bleeding. His cheeks blazed under broken veins and heavy bags under his eyes.
And just like that he was in my arms. His body grievious holding me down and arms preventing me from leaving. A warm breeze of poisonous stench climed up my neck while a rain drop born out of grief ran down. He desperately pulled me closer. As if his brokness and mine would make a whole. He strangled my body as if maybe we would mend and heal.
"Im sorry" Those shaky words slipped out of my mouth, too fast to avert. He loosed his grip and studied my exposed face only a few inches away. Looked up at my eyes biting his lip to prevent the questions from running out and instead let silence fill the empty air between us.
"You are happy right?" His words finaly managed to escape, slowly and lazy travling to my ears trying not to break. I looked at him again, the boy I used to love and knew I had destroyed him. To tell him I still loved him, or that the reason I wandered in this valley at 2am was beacuse my nights had become sleepless without his warmth next to mine, wasn't going to change that. So I smiled.
"I am"
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Skin and bones
PoetryOur bodies pressed aggainst eachother Warmth climbing the two mountains Adrenaline electrifying our totch Tingel trevling in our fingers Lust sailing at the small lake between us You holding me, my skin and bones - this is a collection of texts tha...
