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When I think of that first day, I will always remember the air as being too warm, and your clothes being wrinkled, your hair a complete mess. I remember how your nerves had your every sentence starting with “uhm” and how I hated indecisiveness and you couldn’t make up your mind, and I remember thinking I could do better without you. Now, I know that first impressions aren’t quite as important as they tell you every time you open that front door with your mismatched socks and complimentary sarcasm, armed with a crooked smile and bad grammar. Because if that were true, I would have said hello and goodbye in the same sentence. Hell, if that were true I never would have loved you.
It was September before you calmed down enough to look me in the eye when you were talking. My friends kept asking me why I wasting my time with you, but I knew there was something special hidden behind all your short sentences, wrapped inside the bundle of nerves that created you, that held you together. I knew I needed to unravel you a bit to get to the good part. I just didn’t know how long it would take.
The first time we kissed was electric. When people typically say this, I think they are underestimating what it means. I know that not everyone sparks when they kiss, but if I could explain it to you, I would say it was like the taste of lightning, with all the thunder rumbling through your veins, it’s as if you could light up a room with just a flick of your smile, like your whole body is made of filaments and wires, waiting for the spark of another’s lips on yours to set you ablaze. We were electric and I knew then that I had made all the right choices.
When I think of that first day, I don’t see a boy that I loved, but one that I would grow to. The thing you have to realize about life is that not everything begins and ends in an instant. When I met you, I thought I had reached the finish of the most important things that had ever happened to me, but I was wrong, it was actually just beginning. See, that’s the thing about the world, the best things happen when you least expect it. My best thing is you.
It was September before you calmed down enough to look me in the eye when you were talking. My friends kept asking me why I wasting my time with you, but I knew there was something special hidden behind all your short sentences, wrapped inside the bundle of nerves that created you, that held you together. I knew I needed to unravel you a bit to get to the good part. I just didn’t know how long it would take.
The first time we kissed was electric. When people typically say this, I think they are underestimating what it means. I know that not everyone sparks when they kiss, but if I could explain it to you, I would say it was like the taste of lightning, with all the thunder rumbling through your veins, it’s as if you could light up a room with just a flick of your smile, like your whole body is made of filaments and wires, waiting for the spark of another’s lips on yours to set you ablaze. We were electric and I knew then that I had made all the right choices.
When I think of that first day, I don’t see a boy that I loved, but one that I would grow to. The thing you have to realize about life is that not everything begins and ends in an instant. When I met you, I thought I had reached the finish of the most important things that had ever happened to me, but I was wrong, it was actually just beginning. See, that’s the thing about the world, the best things happen when you least expect it. My best thing is you.
Literature
I want to forget names,
& faces,
& people.
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
But Shame,
she wont allow me the courtesy.
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She Should've Said Yes
She was greeted by a warm smile, "Say you love me..."
The girl bit her lip, "I don't think I can."
The smile faltered, "But.... why not...?"
"I know that you love somebody else more," murmured the girl, the hard words sticking in her throat.
There was silence, before, "If I have you then I won't need him."
She was dubious, "You'll always need him."
"No, I won't," A glimmer of a grin danced once more upon the lips, "Because your words will guide me away from copper sin and although my eyes are grey and apt to wander yours
Literature
I'll Just Say What's On My Mind...
I’ll just say what’s on my mind
For everyone to hate.
I used to cry myself to sleep
And slice my skin with blades.
I wrapped a belt around my neck
In hopes of lifelessness,
And after failing even that,
I remained emotionless.
My mother used to cry all day
And my dad used to be ill.
My sister attempted suicide
By swallowing the pill.
My mother tried to kill herself
And we almost watched her fall.
She swallowed gulps of whiskey
And she blamed me for it all.
I have hallucinations,
And delusions, and depression
And fighting my own demons
Has become a slight obsession.
I’ll just say what’s on my mind
For everyone to see.
T
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woman! you give me feels. So many feels. This is so beautiful