It was so innocent at first.
We clicked so fast.
Loving him came easy,
his eyes were so understanding.
His touch, so gentle.
We were inseparable.
I felt sick when I wasn’t around him.
I had to hear his voice everyday, he didn’t disappoint.
He showed so much care, the way he touched, kissed, gazed.
Time seemed to melt away, he was infinity.
The night was so still, the air, so calm.
The grass was too itchy, the stars so bright.
I wanted to fly to them, but something stopped me.
My cheeks were wet?
There was an ache in my legs…
Even my wrists hurt.
It felt like I was leaving or something was leaving me…
The stars were too bright, my heart wasn’t enough.
He had wanted more.
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Amanda Lyons
Eclectic stream of consciousness and dark surrealism. What photography does for life I do for thought, emotions, and experiences. The genres can range from romance to horror but my favorite is suspense.
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