excerpt from a book i’ll never write #45

The beer bottle rolled from one end of the table to the next, leaving a trail of carbonated amber leftovers where it stopped. Smoke tumbled from the glass ashtray next to the glass bottle, and her heart silently shattered like glass, too.

She whispered through tears over the roaring TV and his labored breaths, “come closer.” The air moving in his lungs was tainted with that God-awful acrid smell.

“Do you like me?” His question seemed irrelevant, but when she looked into his eyes she saw something brutally honest. She saw a flash of fear; something he never would have let be seen if he were sober.

“Don’t be an idiot and just come closer.” His hand fell on her head and he kissed her cheek and wondered who in God’s name could have made her heart hurt so damn much.

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excerpt from a book i’ll never write #39

I try so hard to forget.

I try to forget how your lips felt on mine, slimy and with only with drunk passion; your breath of alcohol and desperation. I try to forget your hands on my waist gripping me closer, and I try to forget how your hands felt wrapped in my hair because I never wanted them there to begin with. I try to forget your hands pushing on my head towards the floor and the words that slithered out of your mouth like your tongue sliding into mine. But no matter how hard I try I can’t forget the fear. I try to forget the push of the sharp counter on my back and the cold cement on my knees. I try to forget you. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t forget how you made me feel so out of control of my own body. And ever since that night I haven’t felt in control of anything. I was a person who had trust in everyone and you took that away from me, and I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that even though I forgave you for what you did. I just want to feel like my life is not spiraling down to a pit of nothing because this summer is moving as fast as your hands sliding down my pants before I could stop them. I try to forget, but I can’t make it go away. It was your fault, no matter how much you made it feel like it was mine.

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #37

Oh, how I miss you like the stars miss the sky in the morning light; how I love you like the ocean loves the shoreline, kissing it softly before each time it is sent away. Your eyes shine like diamonds, beckoning to be seen by everyone. Your laugh is Christmas morning, joy shared by the old and young, and your touch is lightning.

But you came crashing down like thunder. Each strike after the next, I never knew someone so strong could fall so fast. My nights are consumed with thoughts of you. I wonder if we stare at the same moon. I wonder if we wish together, each night at 11:11. I wonder if you even remember the touch of my lips on yours, so soft. I spent so much time with you loving me that I didn’t even know how to love myself. My heart still aches for you but I know it shouldn’t. Please come back, and bring the stars and the ocean and the diamonds. Please bring back the lightning – I promise I can deal with your weather.

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #28

It was only one night, but his hands running down her back and his lips on her neck seem to be a broken record in her head. It’s not that she misses his smell or the spark of his skin on hers; she craves touch. Any touch. She craves the touch of his arm on hers or their fingers laced. She misses the touch of his breath on her ear as he whispers sweet nothings. But a “he” is just that, and any he will do, and it’s one thing to be alone but another to be lonely. It’s 1:05 in the morning and she’s drunk but he’s the only one on her mind. And him, and him too. Her head spins and her ears are ringing with the words she should have screamed aloud a long time ago, but the worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans do it so quietly. No one hears her heart crack or the soft patter of dripping blood on new, white sheets, and no one can hear her mismatched breaths as she tries to find someone a little better than him. She’s lying in her bed, in her house, and all she wants to do is go home.

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #26

And with those eyes, you could have set the sky on fire, but you chose to burn me instead; together we burned.

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #25

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves. They are not beautiful when they fall. People are more of a hurricane, with tsunami waves coming in all directions; tears so powerful that they drag you down to the dirty depths and you’re scared no one can find you again. Trapped under the misty light that comes through six feet of water over your head, you wonder if this is what it’s like to die.

But no, you are terrified. And death is not something to be afraid of.

I hope we all find a way to calm down someday, taking the swirling winds of the hurricane to something of a subtle drizzle.