dear sandbox boy,
I wish it were easier;
to remember the good things. but all my memories are tainted by stark bitterness and fraying ropes. maybe if they had frayed sooner, I wouldn't be searching through the confines of my closet praying for happiness. [probably not]
for a while, I craved addiction[and not the good kind]. and don't tell me it's stupid, I know that. but filling empty holes with mind numbing poison, losing myself to the monster that I always imagined was inside seemed like a good idea. maybe if I wasn't so indecisive cocaine binges could drive away blood pooled blackened skin, eyes wide open, screams etched into my brain. rope burns dissolved into your neck.
I hate you. [for abandoning me] I wish I could have painted you pretty words of hope, something that would have given you the courage to hang on. [hang. yes, I still have my morbid sense of humour] I never wanted to be a savior to someone, until time almost demanded it. but time plays tricks, and I was always too late.
I've been alive for over two decades now. and you've been gone for five years. does death make the minutes tick faster? I've been trying to go to bed earlier lately. and I drink more water, less coffee; in an effort to sleep. but the nightmares still wake me up constantly.
I love you, for all that we were and what we can never be. I'm playing the guitar now. leaving my own memories in your wake. [goodbye, C.]
forever and always,
your georgia
Author notes
4. how to save a life - the fray
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s t i l l . s h e . w a i t s
A contest entry
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maybe if I wasn't so indecisive cocaine binges could drive away blood pooled blackened skin, eyes wide open, screams etched into my brain. rope burns dissolved into your neck.
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those lines are so amazing.
this prose is so much like a letter, it's exactly what I want. I love this, and the ending is incredible. the third to last paragraph is so heartbreaking.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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Ouch 5 years and still haunting, that's a long time to still feel the hurt. But I there is no time line for how long it takes to get over the pain. For some it's quick for others, it's slow. Mine tend to be about six months in duration I believe, so I feel sad for one who might feel that hurt for so long.
And it doesn't matter if it's true or just creative license, the point is the same wither way...except the hurt does not exist if it's just fiction.
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I like how you penned this into a letter format. I think it made this piece even more effective, especially when it came to its emotional delivery.
I wrote for this prompt too
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