“Hello, you are gorgeous.”
You were walking the corridors and I was leaning against a table and putting pressure on the screws and smiles holding up your defenses. You had no words spilling from your eager mouth, and my lips were all too happy to toe the line between suave and smug. There was something in the way you blushed when you divulged your name that made my heart skitter with nostalgia and optimism for tomorrow, but my larynx was conspiring to condemn me, drinking deep from the fountain of cynicism.
What I said was
“What’s up?”
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What I should have said was
“Your smile is contagious.”
In the corners of my eyes, on the corner of a street, I watched your smile disappear behind teasing fingers, the curve of your mouth timid and hesitant to turn. You laughed at every stitch-and-scab sentence that I managed to produce, and every time my tongue began to twitch I gnashed my teeth to hold back my words. I prayed that I could spin you prose of the wonders of your gentle laugh and the way you toyed with the lobe of your ear out of anxiety, but all that came forth were roses-are-red poems of everything I could tease you about. And when you turned your back to me to hide the darkness of your cheeks I made myself resist the temptation of whispering everything into your ear with shaky breath.
What I said was
“Your teeth are kinda lopsided.”
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What I should have said was
“I love how your fingers fit between mine.”
Sitting beneath the oak in the park, you were next to me when my prying palms found their path to your thighs in the fog of laughs and banter. The way you stopped made me believe I had broken you with only a touch, and my instinct fought and flew to apologize. The way your eyes suddenly cleared and your smile came without paper cut phrases made me realize I broke nothing but your defenses down. Your fingertips slowly traced over my love and life lines, dashing across my collarbones and nose before they lost their nerve, and finally came to settle on my lips, your breath heavy and held tight. I wrapped my calloused bear paws around your delicate digits and grinned like a jester in your courtly presence.
What I said was
“Your palms are kinda sweaty.”
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What I should have said was
“Your lips are softer than any others and you taste like morning-after smiles and glee.”
We were sitting on monkey bars with our legs dangling through the gaps, and our eyes didn’t meet. I was looking everywhere but the shadow of the crook of your neck and the black where your lips were always barely parted. It had been three days and almost five hours since my knuckles had grazed against yours, and only four minutes since I made the decision to kiss you that day. You crawled quick and sly into my mind, discovering my motives with your magnifying glass eyes before catching my attention. And suddenly I could see nothing but you and feel nothing but my teeth catching on my bottom lip and my thoughts sprinting at “ohgodohgodohgod” miles an hour. A second later we both thrust ourselves forward with the momentum of belated spontaneity, our lips colliding simultaneously with our noses and foreheads; it was perfect.
What I said was
“You taste like hamburger.”
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What I should have said was
“I love you.”
Huddled in the doorway, you seemed so much smaller than I ever remembered, even past the countless nights of falling asleep with your head at my chest and your feet at my shins. There was a look of defiance in your eyes that I had never seen before, and a part of me called out to stop you, that the path we had left in our wake could be found by following the breadcrumb trail of hitched breaths and coarse touches and soft words by moonlit headboards. You wanted intimacy somewhere beyond the corners of bed sheets, and I knew not how to keep my soul warm without a comforter and a soft body. You shook your head and wiped your smoldering eyes before fiercely whispering that no one would ever love me better. I didn’t see your fingertips drop the key on the ground.
What I said was
“Go ahead, leave.”
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What I should have said was nothing, because you shouldn’t have been speaking to me again.
When the door flew open to reveal my lanky silhouette on your doorstep, I expected shock-collar barriers and defenses thrown up haphazardly by your four-letter-word vocabulary. What you did was freeze as I took your hand and kissed you soundly. You didn’t offer a murmur of hellos or protests while I fought over my words.
What I should have said was
“Hello, you are gorgeous. Your smile is contagious. I love how your fingers fit between mine. Your lips are softer than any others and you taste like morning-after smiles and glee.”
What I said was
“I love you.”
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Until the "What I said was"s.
Then it's like, =O HE DIDN'T.
But the ending makes it aaalll better ~
and we're dumb.
and i tend to do this a lot--i get nervous and i want to be really sweet and i open my mouth and it's like
/asshole!/
but i'm so glad you liked it (: (: (:
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Rawrness is awesometasmically epic^^
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Lizzy.
"Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some." - Robert Fulghum
that about sums up what i feel for this piece.
from the way it's written, to the words you use, to the imagery...it's all great.
good job, hun!
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Boys are not dumb. They just don't think sometimes.
And that's cute. 8D
But I don't get how the intent gets lost between the thought and the speaking.
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I was just wondering though:
"I made myself resist the temptation of whispering everything into your ear with shaky break."
That 'break' there. Is it supposed to be that word, or is it breath? 'Cause I can't make it work otherwise.
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