i love how you do everything by doing nothing at all. just by being.
i love how small the world looks from your arms. like i am bigger than all of it.
i love how you look at me when you think i’m not looking. i am.
i love the way we say we won’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t but we do. every time.
i love our delicate dance that spins my heart in circles. you keep me on my toes.
i love the doors i lock and the keys you find. and you leave it open.
but most of all i love that you don’t love me. i wasn’t made to be loved.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This is so masterfully written. The italics makes it so powerful and the build up to that heartbreaking end was incredible. But also, hope you're okay💗
This started off so romantic and then boom, the heart felt it all. Lovely writing once again, Sara.
Beautiful poem