Never Forget My Eyes by Gentleman-Status, literature
Literature
Never Forget My Eyes
Never too much heart,
Not once,
Even now,
But scraping the inside of his chest,
He knows something is dreadfully wrong.
Cratered beats,
Every shattered note that he sings
Is a name that he loves too much to
Leave his lips,
For the fear that she might truly
Vanish.
He knows that no name for this exists,
The wailing in the back of his skull
That keeps him awake,
Night after night when she drifts,
Streaked with tears and bright in her pain,
Through his head,
Gripping the pulse just beneath his ribs,
And tugging gently,
Praying to him never to really go away.
And the echoes never stop,
Riding the blood,
Tight on the reigns,
Do you know what this is like?
You do?
Gee,
Of course you do,
Because you know
Everything.
Well,
Let's have a little lesson.
I want you to take your
Right hand,
Place it on your chest.
That's right,
Over your heart.
Now grip the skin.
Twist.
Dig in with your nails
Until your flesh burns
With the pain of impending
Infection.
Now push.
Use your hand like a drill,
Thread your fingers through
Your ribs.
Get a feel for the bone.
Now,
Move your hand just a
Slight bit to the right.
There.
Do you feel the pulsing?
The pumping?
That's your heart.
It's beating,
Beating with beautiful life.
No
Here I am....sitting in my room with flippin writers block...I was going to write about something special & possibly meaningful to at least myself ..but no my cranium decides to go into a hibernating shell while it sleeps with my creativity...So on a side note to my dearest thoughts&experiences please come back to me..or..ill store you else where if your just going to bail out when i need you. I believe this ultimately makes me qualified to be a (hints the name) VirginWriter.