jenniferxlondon
Grains of salt were strewn across my chest and you were screaming, calling after me. The noise was deafening, pounding through my eardrums. I could no longer see. My body was weightless but the sand prickled across my fingertips. Our love was no longer real because we did not exist. Death was our easiest break up.
I could predict the way our relationship would turn out. we could either a) be destined soul mates and forever be deliriously happy (the type of Hollywood crap that makes your stomach turn in its peachy perfection) or b) the way that it currently is which is absolutely nowhere. He is starting to piss me off with his mixed signals. I can predict he is probably going to turn out to be one big mistake.
she held her palms to the sky contemplating what move would be her next. should love define her heart and should these hands ever touch him again? Her wish was to smell his scent, hold his hand with these delicate fingers; to twist the bracelet he wore around and around again until he giggled in frustration. he would tickle her stomach and make her smile -- timing and fate was never on her side. this boy she gave everything to was no longer just a boy, he was someone she cared for - quite possibly loved had she let herself. and now all that is left is his scent on her pillows and the faint vanilla she left on her own skin. the summer sky was no longer about where the path would lead but how it would end - because she knew, deep down the gut wrenching feeling that they were just at the wrong places in their lives. they fit together like two jagged pieces but the puzzle was not ready to be solved and so their love would not bloom. the flowers of summer will soon wilt as will her passion and though he may be the first boy she cared for, she knows he will not be the last. his scent still entices every nerve in her body to love, let in, and just be. but the fear of pain will forever get in the way of any type of happiness.