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we can live like jack & sally if we want

I dream that you are mine, that I am a rag-doll haphazardly stitched and you are my hero and my saviour and my [slightly melodramatic] best friend for life, and that you love me despite my ragged stitches and patchwork heart— and that even though you rescued me, you sometimes need saving too, because I can't bear to be useless for even a second. I wake up without you there (again), and the scarlet numbers of digitised time tell me that it will still be hours before I see you again; oh well.

I roll over and try to sleep again, but your skeleton grin won't leave me alone.

~~

You stumbled along your day, and I wished I could rip out the parts of you that are hurting and replace them with my own, because I never want you to feel pain again. I want you safe... I want to show you everything that is my world, not just sun-coloured griffins and small smiling tigers, or blue boxes who fly and skeletons who love. I want to tell you that you are part of it, nestled somewhere in my heart next to the stuff of legend, but you already know and the words choke in my throat from the knowledge that they are useless. Besides, you've saved me from that; I'm no longer a crazy-eyed parasite, begging for sparkles in indifferent eyes and hypocritically milking the weakest relationship for anaesthesia, only to abandon it when it becomes too much work to maintain; no, those days have passed. Singular looks won't sustain me in [pseudo]permanent euphoria now, and inattention won't put a stop to my happiness. You taught me how to fly [[unassisted]]; you stabilised me for long enough to teach me what my wings were for, and since then I haven't stopped soaring.

I don't care how you love me anymore; I just want to be by your side.

~~

I am a rose, and though my petals are wilted and charred black at the edges, I brush off the ashes and remind myself of the crimson intestines I've still managed to keep away from each successive infatuation; I like getting things right the first time, but even I'm not naïve enough to believe that I can do it. I pluck my petals off one by one in a half-meaningless string of love-me-nots until they are too tangled up to keep count of; and so I give up and place me on your desk in a little glass vase filled with India ink. I tore out shards of myself, embedding my thorns in my own fingers to make sure they would never hurt you; but as I fled, I left a trail of blood behind— and you followed it to my shamefaced form, hiding in the corner to try and escape your mysteries. Caught red-handed, what else was there to do but fly? But you were still the same creature I thought you were; you bandaged my wounds, put me on the shelf and pretended not to know I was there. Sweet oxygen tears dripped from uncertain irises as I clutched the careful seams where bitter scars used to bleed; I pulled out the slapdash stitchery sealing veiled eyelids and I wept because I didn't hurt anymore.

Never before had I cried over a mended heart.

~~

You're the reason I get up in the mornings.

Author notes

A l l T h a t R e m a i n s
Bleh. Not sure about this. Don't think I can write prose... not like this, anyway... Novelly stuff, yeah, I can do that. I can write stories. Not this, so much.
I like bits of it, though.
Title is stolen from Blink-182's song "I Miss You". Yes, I have just watched TNBC at least once, occasionally twice, per day for almost a week now. Go away. Lol.
Because not EVERY male creature in the universe is a complete bastard. (Just a partial one. Rofl.)
Contest notes: Option 1.

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  • seraphim shock
    October 12

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    jesus.
    i clicked it because of the title (i love that blink182 song, btw) but the poem was stunning

    'I'm no longer a crazy-eyed parasite'
    amazing line. i know that feeling.


  • evershine-90
    September 30

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    This is so cute and beautiful, it got me a bit teary eyed! It's with so much emotion and depth, and it comes from your heart which makes it such an amazing read! Great work!! Thank you for entering
    Evershine

  • clockface
    August 15

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    Why have I not commented this before? What is wrong with me?

    This is one of my favorites of yours.
    That is why I left it until just about the end in your book, by the way.
    Save the best for last. ;]

    Congrats on the gold & bronze.
    They are definitely deserved.


  • poetic-enigma21
    July 3

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    very beautiful and intense work there... great flow of emotions ...infact its actually overflowing with emotions
    loved it
    thanks for sharing
    cheers


  • Heavenly Angel gold member
    April 7

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    Very interesting and unique piece...I like it
    It's different from much of what I've read
    Thank you so much for sharing and for being part of the contest
    The best of luck to you!


  • Antebellum
    April 1
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    I LOVE THIS!!!!
    goodluck


  • Justified Inc.
    March 30

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    Oh yes, you can write prose!

    This was so beautiful. I love the last lines and the line about embedding the thorns in your own fingers to keep from hurting someone else. Such beautiful descriptions here and imagery. The whole thing seemed to me so easily read, just flowing from line to line. Creating pictures in my mind and grabbing at my heart.
    I love the last line! It reminds me of Jack Nickelson in "As Good as It Gets" when he says to Helen hunt, "That makes me feel good....about me" Don't know if you've seen it, but it is a killer last line!
    ha ha, and so is yours!
    Awesome write!

    Bravo!

    • AllThatRemains
      March 31
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      I haven't seen it, no, but thank you!! I don't really know how I came up with this... Like I said, I didn't think I could write poetic prose, but oh look! It happened!
      Hnn. -happy noise- Thank you so much. -hugs-


  • whiterabbit.
    March 29

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    I really like the way that this is written and I can feel all of the emotion that was put into it. The descriptions are wonderful and so is the ending.
    xx

    • AllThatRemains
      March 29
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      Well, I'm generally a good source for random emotionalness. Lol. Not always so much for GOOD random emotionalness, but...
      Thank you!!

  • sleepinglion
    March 23

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    This was an interesting read and kept my attention until the end, which is strange for me with such a long story
    Good luck in your search for the perfect male
    Just keep in mind,-
    Men are from Mars,LOL
    Lion

    • AllThatRemains
      March 23
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      Well, I'm glad you read the whole thing.
      ROFLS! Ah, I'm not searching for the PERFECT one, just the (halfway decent) one who thinks I am (and treats me accordingly). You know?
      And yeah, unless they're from Gallifrey.


  • wwfhrocks14
    March 23

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    I read the title and started singing that song.. funny stuff. I believe this was really well written. I love it actually. I like the way you describe the clock in the first stanza you make it entertaining and unique. awesome write!!

    • AllThatRemains
      March 23
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      Rofls! Thank you. I didn't think I could write prose like that, actually. Hooray for being able to do stuffs!

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