writing practice: but you don't like me

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my feet waltzed in an intoxicated frenzy as a silk-like, honeycombed sheen of gloss melted downwards over my eyes. there was no doubt that i was drunk off of the protuberance of frail, softened bones rippling down the backs of your palms, or the suggestive curve of your clavicle that peeked through the thin, worn-out shirt that you loved.

the atmosphere seemed to grow lighter whenever the words under your tongue slipped through the space between your lips. i found you beautiful when the vibrations from your throat would escape and gently caress my eardrums. the tinkling of your voice was deep and excruciatingly articulate.


i am sure that you were unaware of all the times i watched while the muscles in your lower back stirred and tightened as you stretched, tired from reading that moldy, old book that you so enjoyed for the one-hundredth time. you probably didn't even notice when my eyes traced over the delicate expression on your face that night at the fireworks festival, the night sky obscured with gray wisps of smoke and showers of golden sparks as the air crackled and popped with vulgar bursts of sound.

but you don't like me.

you are a boy who likes girls, and i am a boy who likes a boy.

and you don't like me.

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and there's my first writing practice! this fictional piece was inspired by the song "i wish you liked girls" on youtube. i was in the mood for something sappy heh heh~
there are fireworks going off near where i live (hence the reference to the fireworks festival), but i can't see them because of pollution and trees :( i really want to go see fireworks with a friend or two this year!

by the way, please do NOT repost anything i write; i often send pieces of writing in to companies to be potentially featured, so it's really troublesome if my work is reposted, especially without permission! always make sure to be respectful of writers and their own work.
anyways, i'm out. see y'all next time!

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