i recently took a thread puller to the emotional ties that appeared to create more than just a seam in our relationship.
with each pull, the two that seemed so impenetrable at one point fell gently into arms they knew so well
[[eachothers]]
and as the last thread was cut by the last meaningful parting of our lips, it was then where we split for good as the fabric of our relationship frayed into tiny threads--evaporating along with the intense liking my heart so recently [[and still]] held for you.
now as we sit on the few found empty crevices of my bedroom floor [[taking shots of nail polish remover]] i listen to you rant about a so called "boy friend" whom apparently likes you for all the wrong reasons [[mainly because he doesn't even really know you]]
in absorbing your every word it's hard for me not to hope that the frayed threads that once bound so tightly would find themselves doing just that [[once more]]
but as my mind boggles with dreams of you coming to your sober senses, you fall in between the sheets of my bed [[and of my heart]] for a night of forgetfulness that will never subconsciously be forgotten.
and as we wake-the night is just a blur of nothing more than a benefit between a cheater and a mistake
with each pull, the two that seemed so impenetrable at one point fell gently into arms they knew so well
[[eachothers]]
and as the last thread was cut by the last meaningful parting of our lips, it was then where we split for good as the fabric of our relationship frayed into tiny threads--evaporating along with the intense liking my heart so recently [[and still]] held for you.
now as we sit on the few found empty crevices of my bedroom floor [[taking shots of nail polish remover]] i listen to you rant about a so called "boy friend" whom apparently likes you for all the wrong reasons [[mainly because he doesn't even really know you]]
in absorbing your every word it's hard for me not to hope that the frayed threads that once bound so tightly would find themselves doing just that [[once more]]
but as my mind boggles with dreams of you coming to your sober senses, you fall in between the sheets of my bed [[and of my heart]] for a night of forgetfulness that will never subconsciously be forgotten.
and as we wake-the night is just a blur of nothing more than a benefit between a cheater and a mistake
Author notes
don't take this too seriously. although the emotion is clear, it's nothing you don't already know...
it's true that i loved you, still love you, and will always love you...but the feeling of love is something i can easily drown out when a friendship falls on the other side...♥
What do you think? [[honesty is appreciated as always]]
Comments
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amazing
you're quite good with words and more importantly phrasing...
after reading this i can picture that if you can speak as well as you write you could be a hell of a spoken word artist
and jesus
what a fucking title!!
very awesome!
m.x.

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I think it is really sad honestly. It's like you have someone right there that is next to you and you love them so much and know that if ONLY you could make them see that we belong together...
Thats the sort of feeling this gives off. Though the last line
"and as we wake-the night is just a blur of nothing more than a benefit between a cheater and a mistake "
That snaps you back to reality of life and the understanding of how things are going to be.


