Let me have her, you can’t love her as I do. No one could.
You don’t need to possess someone just to prove that you love them or just to have someone you can call “mine”.
In fact, love is a form of freedom, the trust you put on each other is enough.
She loves both of them but should only have one.
The other one died for his best friend’s happiness.
On a fine August day love grew between them.
On a fine November day, love was lost and they became each other’s nobody.
The virus had given his wife youth; after he exhumed her she followed him wherever he went, craving his body with a mindless desire. He didn’t mind, age had claimed her teeth long ago and he had never believed in “till death do us part.”
He says, “you breathe 25,000 times a day and expect to only love once in your life.”
But he does not know that I am ghost.
I said that you should leave LA because it’s what you want to do. What I meant is: I love you more than I love having you.
Finally, hours later, when I was able to touch the soft white skin of her beautiful cheek, I felt dead eyes searching me with questions. I had loved her completely but found myself holding her lifeless body by the neck wondering who had written the words on the mirror.
Pieces of her ended up in the fridge. Inside the freezer, her lifeless eyes stare coldly at her heart— blaming it for her shortcomings.
I kissed her, she kissed back— she tasted of lust. Holding her tight, I began to notice how cold her body was.
She stroked her fingers though his hair and stared lovingly into his eyes before letting out a short, light sigh and falling asleep. He pulled the knife out, wiped it, and left.
“Surprise!” yelled Laura, all smiles as she ran across the bedroom and hugged me tightly.
I gripped her close and tried to push Tammy’s negligee under the bed with my foot.
I gripped at my heart, where the bullet had passed through, as if I could undo the action and survive once more.
But I couldn’t, so I thought of Her as I died alone.
Her heat ebbs slowly from the sheets, leaving nothing but an ineffable sense of the passage of time.
I wish the beautiful would linger.
When you left me you told me that one day I would find someone who was perfect for me.
I met her today, and all I could think about was you.
“I think we should break up” I said.
“Go to sleep dear” she replied, before locking me in my cage and walking away.
I am a horror story; you should be afraid to pick me up, lead me on, make me fall in love with you, let me down and break my heart.
Cause if you do all those things, I promise you I’ll hunt you down, because I don’t let go that easily, I’ll take my soul back and leave you there for dead.
She lay in bed, burying her head under the pillow, replaying the sensation of his fingers on her skin. Two weeks had passed and it would be fourteen more endless days before she saw him again.
Jeannie gave up brushing to be with her dentist: his earthy smell, the pressure of fingers in her mouth. Five root canals, and she can’t stop smiling.
The world is beautiful with tears in my eyes. What could it be without?