Look Me in the Eyes

Three Summers Ago

 

We were insepratable; Laughing like children as our hearts ran through the fields of dandelions and our minds were flying free through the sky like a kite soaring in the wind. We danced through the night and dreamed through the day, throwing caution to the wind as we skipped stones and blew bubbles. Our hearts knew no pain, only the joy of being young. We laughed and we loved and we were happy.

 

Two Summers Ago

 

We had grown up quite a bit in the mind and soul since we last saw eachother, but our childhood memories still lived within our hearts and we gladly stoked the ever growing flame that was our love as it tickled and laughed our fears and hurt away. We turned our backs to the world and dared it to do something about it, laughing as we picked ourselves up from the fall from reality and dusted the dirt off our knees and our pants. We ignored the stinging words from others and hid in our own little world where everyone was equal and no one got hurt. We cried and we comforted and we were happy.

 

Last Summer

 

We were forced to grow up, our childhood stolen away from our outstretched hands and we were left gasping and floundering in the middle of the ocean and neither of us could swim.  Desperate to survive, we clung to eachother and called for help, though neither of us expected anyone to come, and no one did. They left us on our own, thrashing and screaming as our lungs filled with the salty water of the sea and our tears, coughing up our  memories and happiness as we replaced it with bitter fear and despair. The nearest coastline was miles away and a storm was coming and neither of us expected to see tomorrow.

 

But we made it.

 

We thrashed and paddled and survived until we reached the shore and both of us collapsed, not sure if we would ever get up again. Even when the world was against us and there was no hope in sight, when our cold and beaten bodies were thrown to the ground and kicked until they were mangled beyond recognition, even then, we made our own hope and held it close to our still beating hearts as we braved the storm and learned to swim.

 

Neither of us could have survived without the other.

 

And if you weren't there to help me up all those years ago when so many others before you had beat me to the ground, I would still be laying on the pavement in a pool of my own blood and regret.

 

And if I hadn't been there to hold you close when so many others had pushed your cold and crying soul away, you would still be alone in the rain, tears of defeat and pain burning down your face.

 

And neither of us would've been happy

 

And neither of us would ever have felt what it truely meant to be loved.

 

So when you push me away and say you don't need me, that all these years have been spun from twisted lies and desperate hearts, I'd like you to look in my eyes, say it to my face, and slap me when I don't believe you.

 

Be cause until you do, I won't believe it for an instant.

 

Reviews

[PaperHearts]

Wow! This was really amazing. You won't believe how accurate this piece is in describing my life so far. :D
This was beautifully written, and had some really creative imagery to it. The descriptions and metaphors were really poetic, and when I was reading this, I could feel a sense of sadness and anger within the nostalgia. There were a few typos/spelling errors, but those are only minor mistakes that can easily be fixed by proof-reading.
A really lovely write,
~PaperHearts =]