Kismet - syn. destiny; fate
Real love is not easy, it is not sweet. Real love ignites the soul and burns the blood. It races hearts and slows breath. Love’s touch bruises and burns, leaving swollen, shivering scars beneath clothes and above bones. Those touched by love are black and blue, emaciated with desire or obese with passion. Faces are blurred, shattered in blinding races for the heart. Fingers are cracked and bleeding, the skin dry and nails long since annihilated from touching, caressing, loving.
None escape it without wound. Love is a war.
We were once kids, lost in summer and lost in each other. Your eyes became my favorite color, your voice my album. As the trees changed so did we. You fell to your friends, to other girls, your life quickly becoming too big for little me to fit in. I fell too, but in other ways.
She came like a train. You hear it coming, you feel it coming, but you never see it - never really acknowledge its existence until the red light comes on. In a breath’s time, you were swept away, a passenger within her. By the time my feet were on the ground your head was beyond my reach. Again, I fell.
Now, all grown, my bruises healed, you’re back. Just in time for me to regain my balance. This time when I fell, you caught me, righted me on my thin wire. Up so high, I knew the risks, but with a reward so sweet, I played the fool. I ran through the air, doing flips and tricks or anything you asked. It was only a matter of time, no one can taunt gravity so.
I’m falling, no net, no soft landing, nothing. There is me, there is air, and there is mother earth. After so much youth in the clouds, I’m destined to meet her. I’ll greet her with open arms, tell her I’m not bitter. I’ll coo appreciatively when she dusts me off and sets me on my feet. I’ll leave my rope behind, I’ll forget we ever happened, just like I know you’d want.
I regret deleting my old tumblr before I could grab all of my personalization off of it.
Oh well, a fresh start is what I really wanted, anyway.
