Don’t forget my voice, raspy and deep
Don’t forget my eyes, brown and soulful
Don’t forget my touch, gentle and persistent
Don’t forget my scent, the essence of me, no soap or perfume
Don’t forget my tears, the taste of them, not the reason
Don’t forget my smile, and the sound of my laughter
Don’t forget my words, written and spoken
Don’t forget my love, deep and true
Don’t forget me…
Words written in ink faded by time. They disappear.
Vanished emotions.
Forgotten writer.
Sadness. It covers her like a veil. For no reason. There are no passed memories trying to shred her future to pieces. There is no longing for a love she can’t get. There is nothing. Just emptiness. But the void inside hurts. And the tension, the inner pressure, rises. And rises. Her scars are prickling. Thoughts of suicide, not her own, just the act of it, are circling her mind and poisoning her writing. And the scars. They are begging for an addition. Open the skin. Release what’s inside and let it drip down the outside. It’s getting harder for her to avoid temptation and triggers. Everything is alright. She said it so many times that she stopped believing the lie. Just one tiny cut. Just one more. An addiction. And her drug is the pain she will not feel, only see in crimson droplets and opened skin. The box cutter lies on the shelf. Just one cut. It will make everything alright. Stop telling these lies.
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I posted this little thing minutes ago on Wattpad. The comment touched me and made me happy
Let’s pull the sheets up over our heads…
Let me lick the sweat off your skin…
Let your hands memorize my nooks and folds and crannies…
Let’s make love hard and fast and slow and sensual…
Let us forget that there is a world outside…
… how about that?
Now this… this was subtle erotica 😉
Someone said that this was subtle erotica… made me smile because it has not been written as such, but it could be read as such… and I never tire to say that reading is a subjective experience. xx
I want to take shelter in your arms
in their safety and your calm.
I want to hide from reality
and still see with clarity.
Don’t let us end like this
we had more than a myth.
I can feel you in my dreams
and I don’t know what it means.
Spare one thought for your favourite sinner
while your memories of me are growing thinner.
I never want you to forget me
and I don’t want you to set me free.
I needed you to be my forever
and now, you will be my never ever…
And why am I humming Careless Whisper right now?! Strange mind of mine!
Cathy
Passion? Obsession? It doesn’t matter.
In the end we will fade like the stars at the break of dawn.
We will stay memories written in the sand.
An experience. Nothing more. Nothing of substance.
I will be no one to you and you will be a stranger for me.
Just the way we were all these moons and moans ago.
And if I burn don’t try to put out the fire. Let the flames be seen. See the smoke and the embers kindled by the gentle lover’s breath. Don’t stop the heat. Let me burn until I’m reduced to fine dust. My ashes will fly high and free. Spreading like a thin invisible blanket, covering everyone who once loved me.
Oh my heart it is breaking
Shards ready for the taking.
And I can’t keep faking
Maybe it was too much to take in.
Loneliness befalls me
It’s plain for everyone to see.
I stopped floating in this muddy sea
Begging you, please don’t set me free.
But you turn around and go
Everything inside is sinking low.
And I want to hear that it isn’t so
But you keep walking away, slow.
I refuse to believe in this!
We lived in ignorant bliss
And nothing was amiss.
This can’t be our final kiss.
The sorrowful truth lies heavy on my heart
I thought we were so smart,
That our love was a work of art.
Maybe we were doomed right from the start?
Wherever you may go, I wish you many things
But remember no one will offer my sins.
The truth is, we were under each other’s skins
Deeper than anyone before or ever since.
You touched me
Your voice
Your words
Your soul.
I want to touch you too.
You saw me
My needs
My wants
My soul.
I want to see you too.
Everything you do to me,
I want to give it back.
The way you make me feel;
Beautiful colours filling huge gaps.
Always standing out for you,
Reassuring me
That I was never one of a few.
That’s more important than anything else will ever be.
When the moon and the sun have lost their meaning,
When nothing makes sense, not even dreaming,
When our hearts are squished in life’s iron fist
When our thoughts are vanishing in a doubtful mist.
Then we can chose to drown in artificial sorrow,
We can chose to ignore a sane and better tomorrow;
Or we refuse to let melancholy win
And strive to find peace and serenity within.
My heart just couldn’t decide what to do. It melted a bit because of all the love I felt. And it skipped a beat because beating without you near is not the same.
Come back. And quick, so that our hearts can beat in tune again.
reflections of an unquiet mind 