Death

I've been thinking about it a lot lately.
No. Not thinking about dying, but about the whole concept of it.

Death
The end of life.
The only thing we all share.

There's a million different ways of dying, some better, some worse, but the outcome is always the same.
Some get it sooner. Some get it harder. Some get it painful.
What do I think?
I think death is the ultimate goal.
The cure for this terrible disease called life.
The end of all suffering. A state of eternal bliss.
Peace

It hurts when someone close to you dies.
It hurts me too, even though I know they are far better than we, the living.
Life hurts. Life stings. Life kills.

Many people fear death.
No one fears death. We fear the way we die.
We fear the uncertainty of what comes after it.
So what comes after death?
Decomposition of the body. That's it.
Your conscience is as gone as your body, and neither will come back.
Everyone may believe what they want spiritually, religiously or whatever.
Physically, the fact remains the same.

Death
The end of life.
Eternal bliss.
The thing I fear you catch before me.
It is a cult we all adore.
The god we fear.
The one true god we get to meet.
A grim entity that handles us with the utmost care and love.
A cold embrace that doesn't let go.
Numb.
A symphony of silence.
White paint on a white canvas.
An unsculpted statue.
A figureless sleep.
The most rude awakening.

Death**
My most recent thought.

Hello, Alex. You look so good today. Like you did yesterday. Your smile is still as cute, and your eyes as shiny and hipnotizing. I want a hug now, and many kisses later. It's a demand.

She wrote these words in my notebook, in the middle of class.
I smiled and looked at her.
Sent her a kiss.
She blushed.

Next class we sat next to each other.
She was tired; stayed up late doing homework.
She would rest her head on my shoulder, and hold my hand.
I could feel the *butterflies in my stomach, and my heart racing.

After school we both went to her house.
She put on her pijamas, and got into bed.
I layed next to her, holding her in my arms.
She looked so calm and pretty.
I started giving her little kisses on her cheek, on her forehead, on her neck, on her lips.

Oh, her sweet lips!
She gives the most sweetest, tender and loving kisses I've ever had.
Her kisses are full of passion and care.

I could hardly breathe.
She has the ability to make me lose my breath.
My heart was racing, and she could feel it.
We kissed and held each other tight, marveled at how our bodies fit perfectly with one another.

My hands found their way under her blouse, drawing her slim silhouette with my fingertips.
Running down her chest to her stomach.
From her hips to her thighs.
Her skin was so soft it felt like velvet under my fingers.
She started doing the same to me.
Her fingers traced a distinct line going from my chest to my belt, and further below.

Her lips were still upon mine.
My breath still missing.

Her top was off.
My shirt also gone.
Her arms around me.
My arms around her.
Hands going under the clothes.
Heavy breathing.
Muffled moaning.
No more clothes.

Her body couldn't be any more perfect than it already is.
I was lost kissing her tasty neck, biting slightly, while I grasped her small, perky *******.
Her skin was so warm and cozy.
I couldn't get enough of her.

Me touching her.
Her touching me.
My breath was nowhere to be found.
I felt ecstatic.
I was in heaven.

After all was done, we both laid there, right next to each other.
She was still in my arms as we both tried to catch our breaths back.
We looked at each other in the eyes.
We smiled at each other and kissed one more time.

*I could've died in that moment.

I hate that stupid smile.
That stupid smile that's drawn on my face everytime I see you,
every time I think of you,
every time I hear your name or read your texts.
That smile I get when you daydream in school, while my attention is drawn away from the class.
That smile I get when you fall asleep, and I only wish you're dreaming of me.
That smile I wake up with after every night I dream of you.
That smile that I can't erase when we're in your car laughing and singing, enjoying the music and the wind in our hair.
That smile that belongs to you and only you.
I hate that stupid smile because I can't stop smiling it.

"Maria, I love you so much,
and you are so adorable,
so marvelous
and so good,
and I feel so happy when I'm with you,
that I just want to die while we love each other."

You **** me every time I hold your hand,
even if it's cold,
yet my heart could not beat more vividly
than when you're around.

The sweet poetry that gently dances from your lips
is like a million tiny arrows going through my heart,
each leaving a lasting mark of what this means to me.

How can I feel so alive when you **** me constantly?
I lose myself in you.
I lose contact from reality.
Time stands still as our bodies dance a perfect, unrehearsed coreography,
inviting the stars above us to join this beautiful harmony.

You killed me again.
That smile you timidly and lovingly show to me,
imperfect, and, yet, so flawless,
it takes me away to a place I didn't know.
A place where all my pain goes away,
my worries vanish,
the world is gone,
and there's only me and you.

Please, don't **** me anymore.
My heart skips a beat everytime I even hear your name.
Oh, your name.
It comes out of my mouth so easily, so playfully,
and everytime it sounds new to me.
My lips just effortlessly spell your name,
feeling every letter of it kiss me tenderly as my mind wanders off,
off to your mesmerizing eyes.
Those eyes which cast a spell on me.
This spell that keeps me from taking my eyes off of yours.

Deep, loving looks, each looking for protection,
fearing a new sad tear to roll off,
yet convinced they are safe in my eyes.

*Would you **** me one last time?

It was Christmas. I was spending it with my family, just like every year.
Strangely, something was different, but what?
It wasn't the same place, some people were missing, and some other people I didn't know were there.

Suddenly she walks into the scene.
Dressed in a virginal white dress.
Very little makeup, letting me see her natural beauty.
Her brown hair as beautiful as can be.
Her blue eyes calling for me, mesmerizing me.
I couldn't help but falling for her.

She's talented, gorgeous, smart, funny, and the list goes on.
Me? I'm nothing in comparison,
but there she was, so close to me, yet so far.

Which would be my opening line?
Would she find me interesting enough?
Would she ever love me like I love her?
There was only one way to find out.

As I walk towards her, she's asked to give a little performance.
She played, she danced and she sang.
She shot an arrow right through my heart.
She moved with the grace of a swan,
sang with the voice of the angels,
and played with the talent of a prodigy.

Just as I finally aproach her to introduce myself,
I wake up.
Will I ever be this close to her again?