Over 16,539,788 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?

Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

created on 09/21/2009  |  http://fubar.com/hurts-to-watch/b309843

Carry dark chocolate.
But a heart can't be won by candies alone.
I know this. But Every day
like clockwork.
She calls my name.
She coos it like honey on silk.
I smirk knowingly
return dutifuly.

I've been working up to it
something simple
noncommital
nonchalant

"you could always talk about it.
if you think it'd help."

But I falter, I blush, and I retreat.
I say to myself- she has friends. Sisters. That rich
muscley boyfriend...
the one she's always screaming at on the phone.
About something
outside my realm on so many levels.

I know I'm playing this one a little different.
Perhaps too cautius, too long on pre-game?
Or maybe I'm waiting for him to show his heart
before I expose mine to her.
I want the divine move on this one.
That single piece that falls into position.
The perfect check.
Flawless dominos.
The sunny day, zero wind, open field shot between the eyes.
All I have to do is wait
wait

wait

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wait

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

squeeze.

I've only visualized that moment.
Not the prize, not the victory dance, not the delicate infraction of putting her hand in mine, and my lips on hers.

At the moment, its the only moment I'm confident in.
But all the signs advised against it.
Commit the hard part to memory.
The cover. The calm. The shot. The three part extraction.

I'm in my gili suit, prone, with textured rubber leaving an abrasion against my chin.
I haven't blinked in a month.
I haven't tasted anything but soot and dry.
Because there is no sweet until I have her.
There is no life outside this scope until she is mine.
The universe is the black space around the lens.
Everything behind the barrel is just a meaty, weary lonely handicap.

I should be dancing quietly in the strange days around me
without protest
without visible displays of sorrow
without tiny handwritten notes never addressed or sent.
Without these tiny offerings to my goddess
meager bitter-sweet currency of happiness.

But I'm still in the hot sand,
with no blood in my legs,
and no air around me.

I would say "someday"
if I thought it would give me strength.

 

Leave a comment!
html comments NOT enabled! comment approval required.
NOTE: If you post content that is offensive, adult, or NSFW (Not Safe For Work), your account will be deleted.[?]

giphy icon
last post
13 years ago
posts
200
views
45,199
can view
everyone
can comment
everyone
atom/rss

recent posts

other blogs by this author

 2 years ago
Glass Salad
 4 years ago
Just South of Blue.
 13 years ago
Somantics
 15 years ago
The Chestnut Tree Cafe
 16 years ago
I need a drink.
official fubar blogs
 8 years ago
fubar news by babyjesus  
 14 years ago
fubar.com ideas! by babyjesus  
 10 years ago
fubar'd Official Wishli... by SCRAPPER  
 11 years ago
Word of Esix by esixfiddy  

discover blogs on fubar

blog.php' rendered in 0.0528 seconds on machine '110'.