Desert Vs. GardenAs I stare outside into the heat rising from the pavement, I realize something.Desert Vs. Garden by ~StorySlices
We are too different to make this work. I looked at you for a long time the other night, trying to figure you out with your pale skin and graying hair. You didn't look up from your laptop and I was content to work in silence.
You've been oddly quiet since that day I let you touch me. I don't like physical contact, but that day, as your hands slid beneath the back of my shirt, you expected me to recoil. I didn't. You didn't go further, but I could tell something changed.
You look up at me from time to time as though studying a puzzle that you can't quite work ou
19 Years OldI was just nineteen years old19 Years Old by *Rifle1980
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart o
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You're always sleepyYou're awake, but just barely, your lids are drooping, your speech slurred. You're always sleepy when we talk, but I like to be up later than you. You stay awake because you like to be with me.You're always sleepy by ~StorySlices
I swallow the nagging feeling of mistrust as I scribble away at the paper on the bed in front of me. You're yawning, struggling to stay awake, and I'm lost in a world of darkness trying to find the light.
You say you don't notice, but I know it's a lie. We've had this same discussion for years now. There are glances in your direction, whispers, leers, and the occasional bold touch on your arm from strangers. Yet you claim you don't notice.
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