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Burning Hair and Love Affairs

Author: was_i_ever_real
ASL Info:    23 _ f _ tx
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. . . I wish it had been this romantic.

Burning Hair and Love Affairs

I think I'm addicted...cause I can feel this pulling...pulling my stomach up toward my mouth. And sooner or later, I'm going ot vomit out spaghetti strings of words I should have spit at you when I had the chance. They won't stick, of course, cause they were never thought out all the way.

I noticed my passion burns too fast, like a fuse. And I always try to hold onto things too long, instead of throwing them like I should.

No wonder things explode in my face.

The smoke will clear, but it takes a long time to get the smell of burning hair out of your nostrils. Eventually, you get used to it.

And I followed you that day. Limping and bruised and bleeding, but enjoying the ache. I shuffled with the leaves that were blown in the wind til you stopped in the park. I hid behind a car and saw you crawl into that yellow tube, hear the sniffing noises and your gags.

I thought about screaming. I thought about throwing myself into the car head first until I passed out. I thought....

I walked across the park to your death trap. I know you heard me, because you jumped out like nothing was wrong. Then you saw my face. My blood. I saw that ring of white in your nose.

That dulls his pain-
He dulls mine

I thought, and smiled.

"I thought you were a gentleman,"
I pouted.

"Ladies first," you said, and stepped to the side, bowing.

Two white lines lay, beckoning me forward. My light at the end of the tunnel.

I heard you chuckle.

Well, I've sold my soul to the devil now

I mumbled as I inhaled our heaven.

. . . . . . . . . .

I think I'm addicted. And sooner or later, this WILL blow up in my face.

But I'm starting to like the smell of burnt hair and....

Well, I love you.

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  It's like an INcubus song...."love hurts, but sometimes it's a good hurt" Well that is sort of clique. This writing however is not. It takes a very old concept...pain of heartbreak and makes it feel fresh.

Now drop that bomb before you need a wig!
| Posted on 2009-06-12 00:00:00 | by nolram | [ Reply to This ]
  Heh. Spagetti strings of words. Nice imagery. Slightly disturbing. But nice.

I have that problem too. My fuse burns too fast. I also tend to hold onto things. If I think they're my fault. But, I can't hold grudges against other people for long. My anger just slips away. xD

When you said things explode in your face, I was thinking about splatters of spaghetti. Ick. Hahah. Even though, I know thats not what you meant, of course. xD Still...the imagery!

I guess people do stupid stuff for love, and I know more than one person who's gotten into things like that. But, I can't say I approve. However, I won't condone. I just hope, the people in this story grow up and out of it. There are other ways of happiness. Hugs, sunsets, laughs, movies, books, ect.

Very interesting, and captivating piece. I look forward to reading more from you.
| Posted on 2009-02-15 00:00:00 | by SweetAndOhSoME | [ Reply to This ]
  Powerful Piece.
A deep insight in the workings of a (dysfunctional) relationship. I re-read it because for such a short piece it had soooo many levels.
And it hits parts of me that sometimes I don't want to remember, (not drug related) It's a definite +fav.

| Posted on 2008-11-18 00:00:00 | by dismal_s child | [ Reply to This ]

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