snowinspring
I handed her half of my heart
upon the fallen leaves below.
And she brought the end to a start
with the croon of her golden hued cello.
Why leave me in so much hurt?
My beauty, my half a soul.
It all started with a silent flirt
over the cracks of a broken bowl.
There wasn't much to see
in our simple lives.
And yet, you wanted to roam the seas
whilst I wanted to dine on endives.
Our path was broken from the start.
And you knew this
before it all fell apart.
So why, did you end it with a kiss?
I hope to find you again
when I die and am born once more.
But let's just be friends
and never show one another the door.
"Substance!" She shouted at him. "That is what I need. A man with substance." She glared at him over her half moon glasses.
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" He did that thing... that thing that she absolutely hated. Crossing his arms over his chest and and 'magnifying' his appearance. He thought she never noticed but she saw it. The minute and subtle way in which he puffs out the muscles in his body the way a puffer fish balloons out. It was disconcerting to see him do it. "What do you mean by 'a man with substance'?" He still held his form.
She had to wonder how it was that he was able to do it for so long. She always imagined him as a used balloon. You know the one. From a perfect, out-of-the-bag balloon to a worn out and useless piece of rubber. These were the kind of thoughts she had about him now. She missed the early days of the relationship, but she was starting to see him for who he really was.
I dared to think. I dared to love. And now look where I am... I am in between all and nothingness. Surrounded in total bliss. Look at me now.