#l.y

[sporsq]

last day

[sporsq]

day one

[madisonmariet]

2:41am

i finally pry out of your grasp and stare up at the paint chips on the ceiling. i recognize your breathing well enough to know the stranger beside me fell asleep two hours ago. i make faces come alive in your four walls until they get much too dark to see and then they disappear. i’m floating on a mattress out at sea as the rain stretches past the windows and reaches my eyes. i can feel the storm coming because the weather pours louder on your rooftop and the waves are crashing as the washer tumbles your yellow sweatshirt. your laundry buzzes and i nudge you, simply searching for excuses to no longer lay here alone, homesick in a bed that isn’t mine. but you groan, and you don’t hear me. you never do hear me.

m.t

[madisonmariet]

i stepped outside, entering the sharp winter air at 12am on a tuesday evening. i didn't wear a jacket that night because i knew i'd still feel warm no matter how much it was snowing as i walked out to your car. as i leaned into the heat, the dim street lights of the alleyway reflected off the glasses you hardly ever wear. i love them. you placed your hand on my knee as we started to your place. my heart beat a little faster but i breathed easier for the first time in awhile.

we talked about our dreams that night, we talked about our nightmares; the ones we plan to live, the ones we lived without each other. we laid there softly on your sofa as you swiftly fell to sleep. i glanced up every now and again, missing your company even though i lay in your arms. i closed my eyes and tried not to get used to the feeling of your chest rising and falling beneath me. no one ever promises that it won't be the last time.

but it was then when you awoke suddenly, and in a dreamlike state, kissed me with an immediacy i hadn't felt before.

and with my permission, you lifted me off of the couch and we arrived at your bed seconds later, with more vulnerability than we had left with.

it was aggressive, but it was caring.

it was carnal, but it was poetic.

it was a million things that i wanted to feel a million times again. and i dreamt of them all as i dozed off next to you.

but my naïveté showed witness when you stood above me 45 minutes later and whispered to me in my heavenly haze, "it's time to take you home."

and as i stepped out of your car, i paused. but i didn't lean in and kiss you goodbye. i don't really know why, i guess i just didn't realize how absolute of a goodbye it would turn out to be.

m.t

[madisonmariet]

my floor boards creak when i think of you;

they whisper, “please don't leave me.”

and in response, you set your drink down

but the echo makes my eardrums ring.

you try to kiss me and my head is pounding,

but my body’s aching so i let you.

it was going well ‘til i kept drinking,

slipped and fell and broke your glass

you screamed, “what are you thinking?”

that’s a question you often ask but

the boards are scratched, the house is bleeding.

i shrug.

i’m still dancing on your shards of glass.

m.t

[kitesquotes]

"Đến một độ tuổi nào đó, người ta chẳng thể làm gì khác hơn ngoài sự im lặng. Buồn bã cũng im lặng, hân hoan cũng im lặng. Thi thoảng, chỉ muốn ngồi ở một góc quán quen, thấy khổ hạnh nào rồi cũng nhẹ nhàng như mây trời. Cuộc đời cứ thế mà biên niên cô đơn. …..Nhớ một câu đã đọc ở đâu đó “Chúng ta ngay cả bạn bè cũng không được, và gặp gỡ hóa ra là chuyện rất buồn”. Vô số lần nào đó, mình đã lặng lẽ rời đi, dẫu lòng mình vô cùng thương mến ai đó. Có lẽ bởi vì chúng ta chẳng đủ duyên để làm một người bạn, để làm một người tình đắm say thì thôi, thà làm một người dưng để thi thoảng giữa cuộc đời tất bật có lúc quay quắt nhớ về nhau." {L.Y Photo by catvil@DA} des by Aqua@Kites Quotes

[potatogee]

This world is rotten, and those who are making it rot deserve to die. L.Y

[yannostephen]

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