𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 // 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 [𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐]

Velvet Revolver - Loving The Alien

I feel like letting go

And maybe not

I feel like giving up

Is all we got

The storm's winds whipped past the lone figure on the rocks, spray landing on already slick skin and leaving a crusty salt trail in its wake. Hair swirled this way and that, crescendoing into a vortex of darkness around her face as she stared out into the inky darkness of the void where the sea and the sky blurred together, the tears freezing on her cheeks and mixing with the seawater until neither were a distinct source of wetness, just a damp mixture of water and salt. The jagged rocks upon which she was dangerously sprawled, half of her body hanging over the abyss between two, dug into her back, though she could barely feel it from the numbness caused not only by the cold wind, but the blurred pain in her heart.

And I'm moving on...

And I'm moving on...

(Sometimes I feel alone)

And I'm moving on....

And I'm moving on...

It was so, so difficult to move on, as much as she wanted to. The feeling of love, despair, hope, with him around had been so alien. She'd never realised how that didn't have to be something to be scared of.

Sometimes I think I'm scared

Sometimes I know

She had wanted so badly to say 'I love you' but the words had choked her every time. The alien feelings weren't to be trusted, she had thought.

I never noticed

How lovely were the aliens

Lovely were the aliens

Gazing at the mystical vista in front her her, the void sprinkled with glimmering stars, she wished it would just swallow her whole, consume her like this worldly grief. She remembered a quote she'd heard once upon a time, from him, when everything was simpler. "Throw roses into the abyss and say: 'Here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.'"*

Maybe the roses were her tears. Maybe the abyss was emotion.

Maybe...

Maybe they'd make up one day, maybe they'd hold hands and laugh and be simple, old-fashioned lovers without the tangled web of emotions. But that meant never. She knew that in her heart of hearts.

Never means maybe.

*Friedrich Nietzsche 

Reviews From Before Republishing [2 votes]:

Lalicious: There's something very relatable in this story because the pain of a break up, or being rejected is second to none. It is, literally, staring into the abyss.

Ynadinah: I like this.