❝…❞
she stands, still as water ;
calm within the ocean’s
walls. optics, flared with
amber & hazel coating
over confusion, loss -
sadness.
❝do you honestly believe-❞
a pause. she licks & bites
her lips. brows furrow.
❝that just because i have not
loved in the extent that you
have… that it means i have
not loved at all?❞
she frowns for a few moments.
❝you don’t understand the first
thing about me. you’ve never
even tried to understand the
desire, trust… fondness that
graces my heart when i close
my eyes & think about you,
about us, darling.
but you choose to read the
fragments of me that prove
insignificant. i never voiced
that i loved my father..you
read that it was him, who i
mentioned. family love is
not the same, but my point
is, marlowe.❞
fingers loosely wrap around
his wrist. she glances down ;
eyelashes pointing to the
ground, and she weaves her
fingers between the gaps of
his hand.
❝you don’t have to voice denial.
you can allow your walls to fade…❞
her gaze is calm & fingers still
clasp his hand with locked intimacy.
❝& i know, deep down, you want
to.. however i also know that, that
stubborn little voice is in there, too,
telling you to be careful ; to keep
trust to a minimum, due to past
suffering, loss, angst & agony.❞
❝but i can teach you how to make
that side of you dissapear, marlowe.❞
❝and then, you can tell me what
i have and have not felt.❞