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Always Giving Up
Thu, Sep. 4th, 2014 14:06The piece I wrote for today's "A Picture Says a Thousand Words - Now Write Them" prompt.
Worth Fighting For
~TigressSky © September 4, 2014~
He thinks back to those moments, when the world was quiet, in her arms. The noise of the night captured in her laughter, passing through her lips, into his veins. The warmth of her breath against his cheek, her eyes opening unto his while her smile tugs at his heart.
She is beautiful ... in so many ways he wishes now that no one else could ever know. Her magick, her fire, her strength, her intelligence, were once his to hold. How could he have ever let that go?
Now she smiles, next to another, and he wonders what mysteries he will miss solving now that she is gone. What would it have taken to just love rather than possess? Is that a lesson he is ever willing to learn?
He watches as she leans in and kisses this new man. Lucky as he is, does he appreciate her smell, the way her hair gets in the way from time to time, how sincere every word from her lips falls; especially the angry ones.
It was in the tempest that he gave up the only girl that could ever break his heart. Now, as this new woman's arms wrap around him, as her laughter adds to the chaos in his mind, he sinks into the bed of nails he has laid wondering if there is anything worth fighting for anymore?
Worth Fighting For
~TigressSky © September 4, 2014~
He thinks back to those moments, when the world was quiet, in her arms. The noise of the night captured in her laughter, passing through her lips, into his veins. The warmth of her breath against his cheek, her eyes opening unto his while her smile tugs at his heart.
She is beautiful ... in so many ways he wishes now that no one else could ever know. Her magick, her fire, her strength, her intelligence, were once his to hold. How could he have ever let that go?
Now she smiles, next to another, and he wonders what mysteries he will miss solving now that she is gone. What would it have taken to just love rather than possess? Is that a lesson he is ever willing to learn?
He watches as she leans in and kisses this new man. Lucky as he is, does he appreciate her smell, the way her hair gets in the way from time to time, how sincere every word from her lips falls; especially the angry ones.
It was in the tempest that he gave up the only girl that could ever break his heart. Now, as this new woman's arms wrap around him, as her laughter adds to the chaos in his mind, he sinks into the bed of nails he has laid wondering if there is anything worth fighting for anymore?