110. Smell Of Another Man, Same Thoughts Of You
Words: 262
Summary: Even though you called, and I wanted to see you, I knew it wouldn't happen.
Inspiration: Sometimes I feel completely worthless. Obviously you do too.
Notes: My favorite line in this entire blurb has to be the last one, and the middle segment about crawling into his bed has been running through my mind for near twenty four hours.
Maybe we worthless two deserve each other.
We can fill our endless string of empty days with snapshots of happiness we find on this small island together.
And cure our loneliness with unsure passions and words of the lost.
Because when you called to tell me that you feel like crying, you learned that I am the only one there for you and you are the only one for me.
I wanted to come to you and crawl into your bed and kiss the dry tears off your cheeks.
You would turn in your drug sleep and for a few hours, you wouldn’t have to feel the real would because you have your drugs and I wouldn’t either, because I have you.
I would press my thumb into the dents in the small of your back and kiss your shoulders and shuttered blue eyelids. And I would run my fingers through your hair so you would know that you had someone beside you.
But you would not feel a thing, the only evidence that I was there was a single curled hair and a line of cigarette butts.
You would call me and ask if it were a dream. I would ask if you often dream about me.
But I did not come that night, because of course, I am supposed to be past that now.
Instead, I went home with a stranger and rocked in his unfamiliar arms in my numb-drunk sleep.
I rode that wave until I lost myself. But I still could not get far enough away from you.
Summary: Even though you called, and I wanted to see you, I knew it wouldn't happen.
Inspiration: Sometimes I feel completely worthless. Obviously you do too.
Notes: My favorite line in this entire blurb has to be the last one, and the middle segment about crawling into his bed has been running through my mind for near twenty four hours.
Maybe we worthless two deserve each other.
We can fill our endless string of empty days with snapshots of happiness we find on this small island together.
And cure our loneliness with unsure passions and words of the lost.
Because when you called to tell me that you feel like crying, you learned that I am the only one there for you and you are the only one for me.
I wanted to come to you and crawl into your bed and kiss the dry tears off your cheeks.
You would turn in your drug sleep and for a few hours, you wouldn’t have to feel the real would because you have your drugs and I wouldn’t either, because I have you.
I would press my thumb into the dents in the small of your back and kiss your shoulders and shuttered blue eyelids. And I would run my fingers through your hair so you would know that you had someone beside you.
But you would not feel a thing, the only evidence that I was there was a single curled hair and a line of cigarette butts.
You would call me and ask if it were a dream. I would ask if you often dream about me.
But I did not come that night, because of course, I am supposed to be past that now.
Instead, I went home with a stranger and rocked in his unfamiliar arms in my numb-drunk sleep.
I rode that wave until I lost myself. But I still could not get far enough away from you.