bleachedsharpie

with those three words my heart dropped falling to the floor as it shattered shimmering slivers exploding out [like when you dropped that coke bottle in the rastauraunt in mexico, remember?] and i broke. my mask fell to pieces right there in front of you. your words were like a rock and i was the window but i knew you have no idea because here we were in the hospital, you are dying [do you remember? you crashed. maybe your windshield cracked, etchings of fissures stretching their spindling arms out across the glass until BOOM it split into powder fine glitter. am i still talking about your windshield?] but just no

her cheeks are flushed (like petals from a season past) from snow, cold and wet and frozen tears like freezing ice one her burning skin. she's not at all like a snowflake, she thinks, not unique not beautiful and certainly not pure. so the sowflakes try to kiss her worries away but it doesn't work (they're like icy needles stabbing into her skin). so she cries (and her tears are like lava pouring over barren cheeks, melting saltwater ice) and the snow falls softer still.

one day when the glass cracks under out feet it will send us shattering into a beautiful world of molten sand and transparent oceans, where we can forget how the sun forgot to shine and how we were the only light we saw, and where we can learn the word I and yet disappear in the vivid world without a trace other than the ripples in transparent oceans and footsteps in burning sand.

our "relationship" is like a house of cards riding a tidal wave and every single time it falls apart i'm left to play 52 card pick up alone. then you come back and we build it back up sidestepping carefully because anything can knock it down. and then we're playing poker, and we're both bluffing, you saying there is nothing wrong and me pretending to believe you. pretty soon go fish comes into the picture and it's all a guessing game figuring out what you actually have in your hand (and i know it's not me.) suddenly i'm trying to find the truth without going over boundaries (like playing blackjack but it's the reality instead

our love is the kind where we superglue our hands together just so we have another reason to be close. our love is the kind where 12 roses are only a small part of how we feel. our love is the kind where even a nearsighted person could see it from miles away. our love is the kind that everyone in the world wishes they could have. our love is the kind that couldn't even be warped in the twilight zone. our love is the kind that can only be expressed by us - no pictures or words could get close to describing it. i just hope this comes close enough.

As Tony finished talking, he leaned back in his chair, watching their faces carefully for any form of emotion. The revelation came when Kate smiled through the slight wetness in her eyes. "Always knew you weren't quite the-" "Don't say it!" "-clown you made me believe you were." She finished, her face radiating with a grin even larger as she laughed. "What did you think she was going to say?" "Something along the lines of a name for a donkey, womanizer, player.... I could go on." "We'll pass." Jenny replied, smiling as well. Tony flashed them both his signature grin short of the cockiness that usually accompanied it, glad that the d

Tony found himself situated in a solid white room, sitting on a soft white chair. Everything was white. He squirmed in the chair, uncomfortable in the streilized whiteness. He was abruptly aware of someone behind him. He spun around. "Kate?" "Hi Tony." Kate said, smiling. "Wh-what are you doing here?" "Helping." Kate replied simply, sitting down in the chair across from him. He hadn't realized it before, but the room also had a table and a vase filled with bleached flowers. "With what?" "Your choice." "For what, exactly?" "To stay or go." "Stay where or go where, exactly?" "Don't exact me Tony. To stay here, or go back to where yo