Lately, I've decided to challenge myself as a writer and force myself to write at least one thing a week. Between the last 2 weeks I've written 4 things! That's a lot for someone who has been stuck in Block Mode for the last 2 years. I definitely have cracks and chunks falling off the block that is keeping me trapped. So excited! If you are a creative spirit then you know how this is. We push and push and push to create something, anything! And when it finally happens it's such a relief!
Anyways...here is something i did the other night. I call it a "Tiny Story". Much shorter than a short story. They give you just a small tiny glimpse of a moment in the person's life. Just a moment. Almost like a picture. You will probably never know what happened before nor after the moment. All you get is this little piece to chew on. That's how these little pieces of joy come to me. Any and all comments are welcome!
One Last Time
7/13/2015
Laying my hand on your face I whisper in your ear "can you feel that? Do you hear that? Ssssshhhh..."
You don't understand what I am saying but you stay still as I cover your mouth with mine.
You know what that is?
It's the feeling of you losing me.
You know what that sound is?
It's the sound of me leaving you.
Because you don't understand how much I could love you.
You don't see what is right here in front of
you...on a silver platter.
You don't feel how much I could enhance your life...every second I am around.
I could give you everything you need AND want.
I am that person who will breathe life into you when you can no longer stand.
Give you strength when you are weak. Give you love when you feel
unlovable.
That is me. This is me.
But you...you can't feel that. You can't see that.
I brush the sides of your cheeks waiting for you to hear me as I burn these words into your chest.
But you don't. You never will. And for that I am truly sorry. Because you made me so happy.
You gave me smiles beyond the sun. And I cherished the moments we were together.
Every second. I thought we were on this path together but I was wrong.
And I have grown tired of giving you chances to see me as I am.
To love me, as I am. To take me into your soul and make me yours.
So I'll lay here a little longer. I have no energy for a fight. I have no energy to explain why this will be the last time. I'll let you believe I will be back.
Let you feel like you can keep taking me for granted.
I will let you relax in my arms one last time.
For when I leave...I won't look back...I won't wonder "what if?".
I already know what the "what if" is and it's not what I want. It's not what I deserve. It's not what you deserve. You are not good enough for me and I am too good for you.
So enjoy my love one last night. For you poor boy, will
never feel it again.
copyrighted A. Albert 2015
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