A piece you left unspoken
I felt as if I was broken
Then came he
The only one who could reach me
People tend to dissapoint. Making promises of understanding your pains but never being there to hold you. When your eyes are drenched wet, no one seems to grasp that you want help. Then came one person who could see it. Something missed by the people who raised you. He sees the little paint left by your tears.
Someone finally notices the words that were left unsaid.
Someone finally catches your heart when it lurches.
Someone finally hears the knot in your lungs.
Someone finally makes you feel spoken.
A Bored Evening Spent Well.
The notes of each lyric strung into me like a sword. I had been listening to music for about 30 minutes and it was starting provoke me. I had the same routine each day: Go to school, come home, do more work and be horrifcally bored. Left with nothing to do, I decided to go for a simple walk. I had watched Twilight earlier so Edward's beautiful face was still wandering around in my brain. The thought of vampires was also mixed into the breeze somewhere.
As I locked my front door, I noticed the sun had started to settle. Not too dark, not too light. Perfect. I had been walking for a while, enjoying the sweet wind, when I got a lurching feeling. I turned a corner and checked behind me to see him still following. Turned another hoping to God he would stop but he didn't. I stopped and faced his direction yelling, "Leave me alone asshole!"
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable but you dropped this and I just wanted to return it but you were walking so fast.... I didn't know if I should run or something." He answered reaching his hand out with my keys.
"I am so sorry. Thank you so much for this." I uttered completely embarrased.
As I reached for my keys, I noticed a small, red spatter on his hand. Maybe he's a painter. I grabbed my keys and thanked him once again. We were standing infront of a little cafe, which was pretty empty so we took a seat outside. The little T.V on the wall was muttering on and on about some killer on the loose.
My heart rate sped up.
"It's getting late, I should get home. Nice to meet you and thank you again for the keys."
"We just sat down darling, why don't we talk a little?" He stated with a smirk.
Sonething seemed so off and the little red spatter on his hand seemed to feel like it wasn't just paint. He noticed me staring at it and mumbled,
"I see you've noticed the little red mark. What do you think it is?"
"Paint?" I answered ready to start running.
"Spot on love. It is paint. In fact, it is a very rare paint and I believe you have some with you or in you as I should say."
The little spatter in his dark eyes turned to something dark and twisted and suddenly they were red.
I should have just stayed home.
They must not understand the glistening of my webs
Do not see the struggle of each connection
I watch it break, unravel as each corner shatters off
What must I do for this cycle to expire
My webs have not wronged anyone and neither have I
All I wish for is a simple acknowledgement of my patterns
Afterall, I just crave to decorate the world.
How can something that provides us oxygen be so breathtaking.
As the wind glides through the trees touching my heart, the corners of my mouth rise. The sound of the lively trees chatting leaves me craving more. Wanting to float of the ground to understand the clouds. Oh how much I want to touch the fluffy clouds. Lead one down and show it what it's been witnessing from above. Let it make friends while I lay in the green grass. Letting myself fall into a deep state of pure happiness.