The Thorned

They understand each other.

Like a rose,

your very thorns

rise out to

greet me,

piercing me with

neglect and regret,

but...I don't

feel anything because

I, too, am

like you...

lost and lonely

in an unfair world.

 

Your thorns may

be poisonous to

some, but not

to me.

I've felt what

you have,

seen what you've

seen, though through

two very different

pairs of eyes.

Please...don't cower

away from me...

I just want

to be there

for you and to love you

always.

 

Please...stay...

don't go...

 

I feel your

hesitant arms wrap

themselves around my

waist from the

back.

Even though I

can't see you,

in the dark,

I know that

you're there,

loving me, too.

 

I now find

you in front

of me,

the shadows shrouding

most of your

face, but I'm

still able to

see you clearly.

You tower over

me as you

lean in to

press your forehead

against mine.

I feel a

flash and then

I sense something

oozing from my

heart...pain...

 

"Now you know

how I feel

always..."

 

"No," I replied,

touching his cheek

softly with my

hand.

"I've always known

how you felt

because I've felt

it, too."

 

"You know it."

 

I nodded earnestly,

looking straight into

his eyes just

as I did

it.

 

He nodded, too,

and touched his

forehead against mine

once more.

I knew then that we were both

part of...the Thorned.

Author's Note

An understanding of the soul.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

skillfully crafted and sleek in composition, this has the feel of a romance novel in condensed form, but still yielding all pertinent components, as done in cliff notes.
very nice write.