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Learning love - 7 :IvanxToris:September 1stLearning love - 7 :IvanxToris:
Quiet. Quiet. With watery eyes and a forced smile, Toris made his way through the next couple of days. I know he was alive – breathing and all -, but there was no sign of existence left in his body. It was as if the beating had turned him into a doll, only moving when I was in a playful mode. In his spare time he would just sit outside on a bench, letting the snow cover him ‘til nightfall where he would return to his bed and sleep in the wet clothes. At first I mistook his actions for him having reached the stage of obedience. But soon I realised he was hurting his own health to get back at me. I’m ju
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Smiling laughterIt’s sad getting inspired to paint grey quotes on the walls, when he’s on the phone whispering colourful love stories. I try to make him shut up, for I am in a bad mood, and I don’t want to be cheered up. I say: “I don’t care for you,” and: “Three women has been raped in town today,” and: “Actually I’m busy.” But he cares for me, he doesn’t know the three women, and he’s gotten the day off from work. Outside the sun is shining. You can’t see it, though, for the town is a pale mess of houses and cars and shiny oil. I throw the pencil away, leave my Sartre-quote aSmiling laughter
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The SugarThe SugarThe Sugar
I promised myself that I wouldn’t turn into one of those humans who’re addicted to others. I saw my friendships disappear through my fingers as sand and thought: “If sorrow is what’s left in the end, I don’t want to go to the end.” So I turned myself off. I locked myself up. I pulled the curtain, putted locks on the doors and hid away my heart. I thought: “It is better to lock it away than watch it being stolen and used.” I feared turning into one of the weak girls, crying on their friends’ shoulders, or one of the girls who’re screaming and yelling and feeling lost for
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ThreeI’m shattering into pieces. Simple. Into three pieces. In alcohol the brain is drowning a little too poetic. My body drowns in kisses. It’s ridiculous. For I’m not in love. I’m just an animal. Like all humans. Vanilla. The scent of a smile on your lips, a sunburned summer flirt won’t leave. You laugh. Cry. Yell. Whisper. Sneak across the floor. Smile. Pout. Snort. Make a joke. Make one proud. Make something. Just something. Forget to ring to write to remember. Forget summer hugs and winter kisses. The cold is in your hair. I take the train. Away, for that’s the only placeThree
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