Words are built to last.
just like triggers are built to pull just like music is meant to be heard just like hearts are built to be broken.
words, however, have that special durable quality to them.
a word is like a balloon. the air within the rubber casing is the power of the statement. the balloon is the situation. if you put too much power behind a situation, the balloon will pop.
pop.
and all the meaning will be lost.
"wait!"
you stand there at the end of the gravel walkway.
the brisk night air makes me pull my hoodie tighter to my body. i drop the suitcase i carry into the taxi's trunk. the moon and stars shine brightly. theyres not a cloud in the sky.
this is a bad sign.
your faulty romantic penances have continued all night. i shift awkwardly, trying to keep distant from you and avoid any and all physical contact.
it's the physical that got you in trouble in the first place. the bruises didn't clear up for months after you left.
you smile.
"i...i think i love you." you squeak.
pop.
"i hate to burst your bubble, but-"
"my balloon," you state. " you hate to burst my balloon."
"don't call me."
get in the taxi.
drive away.
you always overinflated things anyways.
words are built to last.
but 3 words will never be the same.
i
love
you
.
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2 comments:
ahh I see lol
wtf my names not jimmy
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