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Maddie Lane Jan 2013
We collided one day. Limbs intertwined so tightly that they were impossible to separate. We lived for a while, happy at our joining. One day there was an itch that neither of us could get at, for our bodies had tied themselves together so well that we could not reach it. We started to grow uneasy, all because of that little itch. Uneasiness grew into discomfort and soon enough we needed to get away from each other. We needed to unravel from one another, but we didn’t know how. Pretty soon it got unbearable, being together constantly slowly killed our souls. We were ready to hack away our limbs just to escape each other. We had begun to formulate a plan, what we could do to get away without ripping ourselves to unidentifiable bits and pieces. Unfortunately we couldn’t think of an easy way of breaking free of each other. However we managed to tear ourselves apart one of us, if not both, would get hurt. How were we to do this?
Maddie Lane Jan 2013
You cannot run away from this

(not now at least, you’ve waited far too long)

You have to face your problems, admit to your mistakes

(...your many mistakes)

You’ve put this off for so long

(what are you afraid of?)

Why is everyone growing up so quickly?

(even the dog is getting old)

Why do you feel the same way that you always have, utterly lost and confused.

(is there a reason to this?)

(will the questions ever be answered?)

(will it always feel this way?)
Maddie Lane Jan 2013
I am superman,
I don't have his strength,
or his courage,
I have his resistance to pain.
Harsh words bounce off me,
falling to the ground.
They don't hurt.
How could they?
I've heard all bad things that anyone could think.
It used to hurt me,
I used to let it get to me.
Now it doesn't hurt anymore.
I'm in my flak vest,
they can't get through to my heart.
Those are old wounds.
Words can't hurt me anymore,
I've heard it all.
Maddie Lane Jan 2013
Take my hand and run.

Collapse under the blanket that is the night sky and let me count the stars in your eyes.

Listen as I tell you how much you're worth.

My words bear much weight and I fear that I will bury you under them.

Could we collapse under all of this? Under the weight of the words we are afraid to say, the fears what we are afraid to admit out loud.

Do you believe that our fears would swallow us whole; do you think the weight of our feelings will crush us?

Our bones are too brittle to support the heaviness of our feelings.

We stretch ourselves thin, past state lines, past Fenway Park, past the Empire State building, through spotty cell phone reception in the mornings.

We steal precious moments from the time keeper, who waves his finger to remind us that we don’t have much longer.

When we are together late at night I close my eyes and put my ear to your chest, listening to the beat of your heart as the seconds thump on by. I try to memorize its beat for those nights when I am so lonely and you are far from me.

Those nights are the worst. I can picture you laying with me, I can almost feel your arms around me even though you are hundreds of miles away.

— The End —