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you told me of a beautiful place, a place of fireworks and deep blue oceans. in the midst of the chaos, you held out your hand and i took it. you swirled me to the place you told me of and spent the months in a daze. it was a blur of beautiful colours colliding creating memories that lasted a lifetime.
you smiled at me like gold and stardust and i was tantalized. you were made of neon lights and the ocean breeze. i was drawn to you like a moth drawn to a lamp on a cold night. i wanted to be surrounded by your touch.
you captivated me in every possible way.
as you kept taking me to beautiful places, i kept being pulled to be around you. you showed me the whole solar system and i kept the planets and moons with me through the whole journey. i put them in a box and took them out if i needed a place of comfort. the memories we made were home.
the sunset casted a dreamy haze around us and i never would have imagined it to end.
the moon watched the sun go down and i watched your lights flicker away. you left me in at the beautiful place you told me of, a place of fireworks and deep blue oceans.
the ocean would kiss the shores before waving goodbye, only to come back again. i was kissed by your smile like gold and stardust, but you never waved goodbye and you never came back. you left me and you wore my pieces with pride.
i was drowning in the sea of bruising clouds and stained heartache. you tasted like blood on my lips, it was bitter and powerful.
it was the calm after the storm.
time consumes and erodes features of the mind, and it carves the rivers between the memories. i watched the memories be corrupted and blown into pieces by your wind. it was quite exquisite really.
you turned the beauty of the places to an ugly picture. i can't think back to the time we had together without tasting the sweet sadness on my lips.
you destroyed me in the most beautiful way.
and now i understand why storms are named after people.
~ levan
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an: i'm pretty fucking sure this was either my midterm essay or my finals essay. how embarrassing.
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Things I Can't Say Out Loud
Teen Fictionwe all have demons that want to be heard. i just happen to right them down and give them to my english teacher. poor women.
