a moment tugs at your tonsils, and
it's either grasped by prickly calloused
hands or is enveloped in golden glitter.
of course it's artificial; when i was too busy
playing hopscotch in the scorching heat or
doodling hearts in pink and blue chalk
without fully understanding the immediate
meaning of loving someone.
love.
something that can't be taught in junior high
or the 'supposedly' brightest years of my life;
my high school years. it doesn't come bound
in a text book, and there are no lectures given
on how important of a role it plays in my
everyday life. so i hum the words to love ballads
and convey little scenarios using my creativity
and imagination, but the butterflies that start
to swim in not only your stomach muscles, but
throughout your entire body; they become the
twisted adventure that leads me to listening to
the faint lullabies that tenderly spell out 'l u s t.'
in surreality, barbie and ken dolls convinced me
that a red carpet would unravel at my doorstep,
and there would be a noble steed with a handsome
prince greeting me with open arms. i scribbled out
hope in every fairy tale i read after colliding with a
boy who used lies to wrap me loosely around his
fingers. in the moment of heartbreak, i found my
heart strengthen with bandages and staples and scars
that would always lay conveniently across my ribcage.
in the moment of healing, the fence i built around my
trembling body was built higher, brick by brick, with
every over-analyzed conversation. feeling ten feet
under is a wake up call to an ordinary innocence.
temporarily; i was weak.
infinitely; i was human.
Author notes
prompt. ---> the moment you stop being a kid is when you experience heartbreak. at least, that's when i grew up.
hope this is okay, love. <3
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Amazing.
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Oh god hoe, you've done it again
Could I please spend a day inside your mind? You ALWAYS open my eyes to things and the way you portray your emotions/thoughts..is just freaking incredible. I loveee this, of course. Especially this whole part:
"love.
something that can't be taught in junior high
or the 'supposedly' brightest years of my life;
my high school years. it doesn't come bound
in a text book, and there are no lectures given
on how important of a role it plays in my
everyday life. "Uhm, yeah, LOVED the reference to how it cannot be taught as a subject in school, or taught at all really, for that matter. That's just such a unique way to look at it.
And the ending? Perfect and it honestly made me want to cry in a way because, in the end, I try to remember that we are all just people and everyone wants to have some sort of affection in their life.
Beauuutiful; thanks for entering love♥
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This was good and very enjoyable too read. I would have too say that this is my favorite part:
love.
something that can't be taught in junior high
or the 'supposedly' brightest years of my life;
my high school years. it doesn't come bound
in a text book, and there are no lectures given
on how important of a role it plays in my
everyday life. so i hum the words to love ballads
and convey little scenarios using my creativity
and imagination, but the butterflies that start
to swim in not only your stomach muscles, but
throughout your entire body; they become the
twisted adventure that leads me to listening to
the faint lullabies that tenderly spell out 'l u s t.'
But don't get me wrong this was very good and very well written. -
baaaaabe you are one hell of an amazing writer!!
Love this...as per usual haha.
"something that can't be taught in junior high
or the 'supposedly' brightest years of my life;
my high school years. it doesn't come bound
in a text book, and there are no lectures given
on how important of a role it plays in my
everyday life."
LOVE that bit, it speaks such truth.
"i scribbled out
hope in every fairy tale i read after colliding with a
boy who used lies to wrap me loosely around his
fingers. "
That bit reallllly tugged at my heart... don't let him ruin your idea of love.
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grasped by prickly calloused
hands
-i really, really like that image. it feels too close and too suffocating and works in perfect contrast with the next part.
junior high
-what actually is junior high? (we don't have that in Australia)
faint lullabies that eagerly spell out 'l u s t
-i think you have a bit of a contradicting idea there. 'faint' and 'eagerly' don't really work well together. well, in my opinion anyway.
temporarily; i was weak.
infinitely; i was human.
-oh I FUCKING LOVE THAT. that. that is just brilliant. it ties so perfectly with the prompt and has so much bite as an ending. really, fantastically brilliant.
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thank youuu. =]
junior high is like the school years of 5th-8th grade or so; it's the school before high school, in a manner of speaking.
<3
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