Monday, June 29, 2009

Patchwork

She sat on that rocking bench with the book in her lap, feeling the heartfully missed 85 degree summer breeze scatter her hair across her face. She reached up, to tuck the mischievous strands behind her ear, and felt the flower.

She smiled.




Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Lost And Found: Smiles And Sunshine And Everything In Between

Every window was rolled down and the sun was beating down on her through the open sunroof. The air was breezing past her as she drove along the highway; the radio barely audible over the sweet tasting sounds of the summer drive. She felt happy. The kind of happy that she had been so blatantly missing the past year. It was the kind of happy that she so vividly remembered, but could never completely grasp. And now she finally felt it. God, was she happy.

Her heart was overflowing.

Monday, June 22, 2009

I Miss The Way Summertime Used To Feel

She thanked God that her heart knew her better than she had thought.



















And now she knew she would be happy again.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

She had hoped for one thing far too long. At 11:11, she always kissed the clock; her wish never changed. And now her fantasy wish was catching up with her. She could no longer differentiate between reality and her dreams. Is it possible for them to finally be merging again?

No. Keep your hopes down, baby girl. It's not over until it's over.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

"I'm Missing Your Laugh, How Did It Break? And When Did Your Eyes Begin To Look Fake? I Hope You're As Happy As You're Pretending..."

She blankly stared at the ceiling. Her arm slowly dropped back down into the forgotten comfort of her bed.

The wall is empty at night when there is no one by your side to laugh at shadow puppets with you.

Friday, June 19, 2009

A Year Goes By So Slowly, And Look What It's Done

I remember when I knew this was true.



















Somewhere along the way, you forgot.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Circle The Thing That Is Not Like All The Others (This Summer)

She could no longer start her stories with, "It was one of those summer days..." because summer kisses are nonexistent when you've got no summer and no one to kiss.

Summer was over before it began.

My Heart May Be Broken, But You Can Still Read Each Piece

Love [ˈləv] n. :

Forgiveness, sacrifice, admiration, affection, enthusiasm, unselfish, loyal;
love is patient, love is kind, love is never envious or arrogant with pride, nor is it conceited; benevolent concern for the good of another; tenderness; holding hands; assurance, passion; the deep ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person; friendship, trust; bright eyes; honesty, humor, feeling whole; love is not resentful, love is always glad to side with truth; there is no limit to love and it shall never fail; love is never tired of waiting, love is kind, love has no envy, love takes no thought for itself.

Love has the power of undergoing all things, having faith in all things, hoping all things.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I Never Feel Happy Anymore

There is nothing more sad than feeling the pain of tears welling up in your eyes. There is nothing more sad than waking up from a dream where everything seemed real and you were happy again. There is nothing more sad than being surrounded by paintings and a forgotten scrap of paper. There is nothing more sad than knowing he's sound in his decision to let it all slip through his fingers. There is nothing more sad than breathing.

Nothing.

It's Easier Not To Breathe

She knew it would go like this. It would be impossible for him at first, but as the days went on, he would think less and less of her. Until she was completely forgotten. It's not right to force these threads apart. It's not right.

It's not right.

Monday, June 15, 2009

My Life Is Exactly Like The Movies

She glanced at the rose, hanging from the wall. Today, it would be three years and one month exactly. Something about it caught her in a trance, a daydream. She remembered that night, and feeling her face get hot, and she remembered wrapping her arms around his neck. God, what did that smell like again? She may never know, and these petals will never fall. But she'll let it hang there all winter long. Year after year after year. And the sad truth in all the fairytales is that there is always a page in the book that reads, "Many years later..."

But the prince saves the princess in the end, right?

Sunday, June 14, 2009

You'll Never Leave Where You Are Until You Figure Out Where You'd Rather Be

It is impossible to be in love with someone, yet sacrifice your heart for another. You will go through life and fall madly in love with one person. One. And if you let it slip, all you have left is something to settle for. You catch and release the best gift life has to offer. She had known him thoroughly from the day she laid eyes on him. He knew her just the same. God had stitched their hearts together, and he was forcing the threads apart. When he said he didn't know where he'd rather be, she knew he was lying. What had happened to the heartbeat in the chest of the hopeless romantic she once laid her ear upon? Heart versus head. Since when does the latter take the lead?

He knew all along. He knows. Yet, he keeps pretending he doesn't. It is a shame to wait until tomorrow.

"It's To Dying In Another's Arms And Why I Had To Try It"

It wasn't the majestic kind of rain, it was the kind of heart wrenching rain that makes you grab your chest in pain as each drop sizzles on the summer sidewalk. As she sat on that porch, she rocked incessantly back and forth in that old chair that mimicked the unrelenting echo in her heart. She looked down at her weathered, frail hands, delicately tracing each wrinkle with her own finger. Each crease showed years of sacrifice, love and the devastation of a broken heart. She had waited for years. He never came back for her. He just let her get away. She slowly intertwined her own fingers, so that they were laced with each other. She leaned her head back and sighed one last, heartbreaking "I love you" with her last breath. She had grown old with memory at seventeen, and he was never coming back.

The End.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

And This Is So Difficult For The Both Of Us

She had read Shakespeare in high school and it was coming back to her like the sharp hint of new tears.

"The course of true love never did run smooth"

Friday, June 12, 2009

You Are Blind And I Am Leaving

"Be a gentleman", she said "Let me bow out gracefully"

Here's all your stuff back.





















The Assignment Was To Capture Something Intangible, I Captured Pain

And you say you don't keep my heart on a string?

You're heartless.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Archer's Finger

What hurt her the most is how he would never address her pain.

What are friends for anyway?

It's Hard To Look On The Bright Side When Your Path Is Darkened By Clouds

She was thinking what a sad thing it was to only know happiness on a short term basis. She carried that umbrella around all summer, just waiting for that day. She knew it was coming. She just wasn't sure when. Everything up until that point had been happy and good for her broken heart. It was mending. She could feel it. But that same dark cloud that emanated sadness always found a way to break it apart again, piece by piece. It was a forever long process. Forever is such a long word.

She didn't even know what she was waiting for anymore. She thought it was happiness, but it could just as well be pain.