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I turn my head. Shut my eyes. Walk away. You're no longer my fantasy, no longer in my daydreams. You're a lie. You have too much figure out.
And so do I.
In this small, small town you're "him". You're everybody's mystery.
But not mine. No. Not anymore.
No longer will my eyes search for a connection to yours. No longer will my hand tremble when you're so close. My pulse won't quicken when you say my name and my breath won't catch in my throat when someone calls yours.
You've given me something though. Made it worthwhile.
You've given me perspective.
And although you cannot see it, and maybe never will, you've let me into a world in which I know what I want.
So for that, thank you.
And so do I.
In this small, small town you're "him". You're everybody's mystery.
But not mine. No. Not anymore.
No longer will my eyes search for a connection to yours. No longer will my hand tremble when you're so close. My pulse won't quicken when you say my name and my breath won't catch in my throat when someone calls yours.
You've given me something though. Made it worthwhile.
You've given me perspective.
And although you cannot see it, and maybe never will, you've let me into a world in which I know what I want.
So for that, thank you.
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It's Simple Math
Open heart
+Open mind
=Free love
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He Loves Me Not
A rose sat on the table,
He promised it would never die,
And when it was worn and withered,
I did not cry.
It's not what I expected,
I knew the rose would not grow,
Into a lumbering, majestic tree,
That in the wind would flow.
The petals fell, one by one,
Browned under the burning sun,
Scattered across the table and chairs,
Worn and withered without a care.
And when the rose finally snapped,
I let out a deep sigh,
The weight of the world,
Broke its' neck,
But I did not cry.
I already knew what to think,
When I saw your face,
But I learned how not to speak,
When it wasn't my time or place.
I played your little game,
And w
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we are no longer ...
i fell in love with you on a tuesday. the autumn air lingered on my tongue and sense of rebirth tingled beneath the surfaces of my eyelids. i was a a breathing model of the solar system i made in grade school, mimicking movements without purpose. i instated thought above soul and head shadowed heart. my eyes were draped in the haze of self-deprecation and a doubt filled my lungs and spilled onto the floor at my feet, winding in rivers that only once more were absolved and recycled by my own central command.
i smiled at you on a wednesday. our eyes were ions of opposite charge, and our electricity was evident. you gave me signals like a road
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Life moves on and things change. Guess somehow you gotta know how to deal.
Another somewhat poetic piece. A follow-up to "You see me?" maybe there's a way you can see the connection between the two.
Another somewhat poetic piece. A follow-up to "You see me?" maybe there's a way you can see the connection between the two.
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Beautifully said. We should all have so much perspective on past relationships.
Thank you for sharing this- it's something I've needed to hear for 10 months...
Thank you for sharing this- it's something I've needed to hear for 10 months...