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Amanda Jan 2015
Your sweetness is the kind that stays even after coffee has gone cold,
like still bedsheets that have not been knotted by sleep.

Even after dust gathers, you're still here.

Little bites and notes of sweetness on my eyelashes, tops of my cheeks.
Hello you, you and you!
x
Amanda Jan 2015
I imagined the cutting words that escaped from my lips, multiplied it by 1,
(I remembered the first time I smiled because of you.)
it stung very sweetly.

Then, x2, guilt heavy and dense pillowing under the guise of comfort.

x3 I still remember how my voice sounded when I said Yes,
it's still the truth.

Another time, just for good measure.
I'm so sorry
x
Amanda Jan 2015
14
On New Year's day, I kept writing the date wrong. My pen inked the year before. It bled through the next page.

The feeling was so very similar to how I used to wake, my lips immediately finding the your name.

Only to be replied by cold, flat sheets.
I bought 11 pens today. Oh dear.
I hope you, you and you are having a brilliant day.
If you're feeling a little blue, do something you geniunely love. Call up your friend. Write, sing, read, watch a movie! eek
xo
*hugs*
Amanda Jan 2015
A single eyelash, one orchird petal and a flannel shirt button.

She kept them in an old shoebox sandwiched against old sneakers with laces knotted like lovers, old yellowing papers and letters. All of which had dated back 5, seven, 11, twenty-1, 29 years ago.

All of them incongruous objects, but they all belong in the past.
I outgrew them, my mind memorized all the words on those pages.
Once from a person I knew.

I don't love him.
Lie

I loved him.
past tense

I had loved him.
still past-tense

I love him.
*Present tense. It's now.
Happy New Year to you, you and you!
I am excited, nervous and eeek about what this year will bring.
xo
P.S The phrase "Knotted like lovers" is a quote from Jodi Picoult's Handle With Care.
P.P.S It is a beautiful novel.
Amanda Dec 2014
We cannot only think of the pretty things in life,
then where would we find ourselves?
Hello there gorgeous soul!
Merry Christmas to you, you and you!
*love heart*
On a personal note, we all celebrate Christmas each to our own reasons, but at the end of the day, it's not quite about the presents.
It's the people and family by your side with possibly over-cooked turkey that makes it special.
x
Amanda Dec 2014
The slight, vague outline of your lips still
sting like nettles- short & sweet- on mine.

You taught me different kinds of hurt.
And it's the most valuable lesson of all.
Hello there, lovely!!
I really missed posting here..
I hope you, you and you are having a fabulous day!
xo
Amanda Dec 2014
I write
to create a creased parchment of a map that I only can read.

Co-ordinates of where my fingertips, inner skin of my right wrist and ink have traced upon paper pages.

My first thoughts, a sweet whisper snuggled into blank edges of words amongst one dangerous idea- a f l i c k e r of a flame, soon to become an inferno.

Word strung together more carelessly than a six year making a beaded necklace. Yet they could not be more meticulously choreographed to spell out answers.
Only then I can remember the kind of places I go to when my sight is dimmed by something my chest and knees cannot quite take.
Hello there lovely!
My mind feels far too relaxed and a little numb.
Hope you, you and you are all well!
*hugs*
x
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