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As you smile up at me on bended knee, I feel the tears caress my cheeks as though to comfort me after I wake up and realize that this is only a dream and this will never be me.
He catches my eye, catches my interest, as he portrays on stage a man of grandeur. He speaks of hardships he has never experienced, lives he has never fought for, and love he has not experienced. This is why the actor will always catch my interest.
I have no methods when it comes to writing. I write as I think and sometimes I think it's amazing. Other times it comes out as shit. Maybe that is my method though; close your eyes and hope you hit the mark.
The doorknob was cold. No, cold is the wrong word. It was freezing. The golden oval that shined too bright against the sunshine flooding in from the window. A startling contrast compared to the heat radiating from our bed and his warm body, exhausted from our late night adventure.
The turbine blasts a blue-white flame and I'm close enough to see the heat alter its surroundings.
I could feel the sweat pooling in my pits. I know that's not a very graceful way to describe stepping up onto that stage but being in those heels and that stupid black dress made me sweat. I felt like I was lying. I have these curves and these hips and these breasts but I'm not a woman. I never was.
I poured my heart out. She still rejected me. I'm not good enough. I was never a good enough person. It just took my heart laying still before her for her to finally decide to take mercy on me.
You used to orbit around me like the planets to the sun. I was your sun. Now I'm abandoned. There are no more majestic worlds surrounding me with rich beauty. Now it's just me. Alone in a dark empty space, surrounded by an orbit, empty.
Below the depths of my shallow mind, I know my beautiful words there lies.
You sneaky little child. You know the types, those that hide underneath the table because they don't want to go home or the kids that jump out from behind the doors to scare their younger siblings. It's funny now that I think about it, because those are the things I do. So I guess this time, I'm the sneaky child.
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