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#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of our childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge to look up at the sky and name the passing clouds.
We would search for curios in the clear waters, turning over stones and squishing mud through our fingers. Bruised and muddy, we'd scuttle back home and track the remnants of our delightful venture in the house.
Mom would get mad, ground me for a week, which meant you had to stay away. All the way across the street. We could only see each other from our balconies. In the evenings we would shout out our secret messages for the stray dogs to hear until Mom came to scold me for disturbing the neighbours. She would lock me up in my room. You would look so sad, watching me go away. You knew you had to stay away.
But you wouldn't care. While everyone drifted into their fantasies, nocturnes came alive and ghosts peeked through keyholes, you rapped your knuckles on my window twice. And then everything was okay again.
I wished those moments would last forever. Lying on the roof in the silent night and whispering winds, all we would do was look at each other. See each other, and everything was just. . . perfect. Like when all the stars align. Like when the key finally turns.
"This feels like cloud nine," I'd say.
Then you would laugh, your dazzle brightening the moonless midnight sky. "I'm on cloud ninety-nine, then."
"That's not fair,"
"It's not fair for me either, you have me all wrapped around your cute little finger."
You'd light up my world so much. It never occurred to me that you could burn yourself out.
But you did. And then I lost you.
Now your eyes have lost their luminescence. The radiance of your spirit has faded into an enigmous void of infinite obscurity. You stare into space with colours and images dancing behind your eyes as if you're looking into a kaleidoscope. Colourful. Pretty. Intricate. Distracting.
I can't bring myself to do anything as you stick the needle into your skin and I lose you all over again. You're gone to your fantasy world. Gone until the next syringe.
I want to save you. I want to grab your hand and yank you our of the woes you try to paddle away from. I want you to take my hand, and I'll hold you tight. Just like how you held my hand.
I want to be your hero too.
#friendship #love #addiction #poetry #sad
© 2023 by ravenizcul
I can never forget the joyous days of our childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge to look up at the sky and name the passing clouds.
We would search for curios in the clear waters, turning over stones and squishing mud through our fingers. Bruised and muddy, we'd scuttle back home and track the remnants of our delightful venture in the house.
Mom would get mad, ground me for a week, which meant you had to stay away. All the way across the street. We could only see each other from our balconies. In the evenings we would shout out our secret messages for the stray dogs to hear until Mom came to scold me for disturbing the neighbours. She would lock me up in my room. You would look so sad, watching me go away. You knew you had to stay away.
But you wouldn't care. While everyone drifted into their fantasies, nocturnes came alive and ghosts peeked through keyholes, you rapped your knuckles on my window twice. And then everything was okay again.
I wished those moments would last forever. Lying on the roof in the silent night and whispering winds, all we would do was look at each other. See each other, and everything was just. . . perfect. Like when all the stars align. Like when the key finally turns.
"This feels like cloud nine," I'd say.
Then you would laugh, your dazzle brightening the moonless midnight sky. "I'm on cloud ninety-nine, then."
"That's not fair,"
"It's not fair for me either, you have me all wrapped around your cute little finger."
You'd light up my world so much. It never occurred to me that you could burn yourself out.
But you did. And then I lost you.
Now your eyes have lost their luminescence. The radiance of your spirit has faded into an enigmous void of infinite obscurity. You stare into space with colours and images dancing behind your eyes as if you're looking into a kaleidoscope. Colourful. Pretty. Intricate. Distracting.
I can't bring myself to do anything as you stick the needle into your skin and I lose you all over again. You're gone to your fantasy world. Gone until the next syringe.
I want to save you. I want to grab your hand and yank you our of the woes you try to paddle away from. I want you to take my hand, and I'll hold you tight. Just like how you held my hand.
I want to be your hero too.
#friendship #love #addiction #poetry #sad
© 2023 by ravenizcul
