Tout le meilleur, mon cher ami
Tout le meilleur, mon cher ami

Lying on the bed,
unmoving,

Staring blankly ahead,
slow breathing,

Hates what she said,
heart wrenching,

She can never be replaced,
unlike what she thinks.



Author's Note: Just random. It's funny how a person can never seem to understand their own importance to another. Oh wells. It kinda sucks when they underestimate their own importance, especially when you've told them many times it's not like that. Perhaps it's just to help so that she'll be fine. If that's the case, Tout le meilleur, mon cher ami.
stoned @ 3:12 AM
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The Scene
The Scene

It was the classical romance drama scene. It was the scene we all can easily predict with a wry smile, yet we willingly allow ourselves to be drawn into it. The one heart wrenching scene which we know perfectly well is going to happen, yet sit through the whole movie for it. A scene that lasts a bare five seconds, yet lingers in our mind for days. You would tell the others you saw it coming, who didn't? Yet the truth remains that you wanted to see it still.

It was the scene where he lowered his head and looked into her beautiful eyes. The climatic scene where their lips embraced each other. You hear the faint whisper of her sigh as her body melted against his. You see the hard edges around his face crumble as he finally accepted his flaws. You see all their differences, but only remember the truth that they love each other.

The camera starts to zoom out. The scene starts to fade. Yet the image lingers in your mind. And with the lingering image comes your own desires and wishes. Your own memories of that one particular kiss. That single moment that made everything else disappear, just like in the movies. That moment where you looked into your partner's eyes, and realized that you're far deeper in than you thought. Yet willingly so, without any sense of regret.
stoned @ 12:30 AM
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Felt Like A Knife
Felt Like A Knife

The words felt like a knife,
As you walked out of my life,
But a promise made is a promise kept,
I hardened myself and did not crack,

There is only one person to blame,
And I am the beholder of the name,
Time will stop this bleeding,
Time will make it but a scarring,

Another twist in my twisted story,
Another scar to show in glory,
I’ll be fine I will never kneel,
To this literal pain I always feel.


Author's Note: Inspired by the pain felt when burning bridges with someone important.

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stoned @ 8:22 AM
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