This is moreso a journal of a bittersweet, painful memory. There is much to say, but I don't think I will say much more.
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I stand upright and your body is curled around mine, contracting with each sob and shaking
I know how slim your legs feel, barely holding you upright as you cry into my shoulder and smudge glitter into my skin
I can tell how fragile you feel, the velvet surrounding your frame barely containing a gentle body
Tears stream down my face as well and my expressions oscillate between
pain
because this has hurt so much and
happiness
because I'm so glad I have you close to me again and theres finally an interaction between us and
relief
because so many words are being left unspoken, but the tightness of your arms around me prevents me from wanting to say any of them
I'm so glad that I reached a hand out to you, initially wanting simply to hold your hand
I saw your face crack and you clung to my arm, tugging yourself closer so you could barrel into me and unleash the floodgates
I tangled a hand into your hair, soothing circles into your scalp as I let myself cry, unraveling knots in my heart as the tension broke
"I'm so sorry" you sobbed into my ear and I melted, because I knew that you meant it
"I love you" I choked out after an ample amount of time
"I love you too" you immediately responded
And melodious tunes echoed around us, the circle surrounding the saxophones swaying with the rhythm
Truly the cherry on top, each beat and note punctuating the pressure and allowing the stress to subside
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets for Someones
PoetryI've discovered a love for sonnets due to my AP English Literature and Composition class, so I began writing sonnets about people, places, and things. These are a collection of sonnets, as well as generally poetic musings that follow my thoughts.
