• Chernobyl Blood

    by  • November 17, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 5 Comments

    And next thing you know I’m falling. I’m jumping from the cliff over into the water, the rocks below. Getting a running start, a fully conscious decision to do this. You there in flashes, telling me to go. You promising you’re going too. I trust you. I tell you. You tell me that’s a big word. Oh your heart. Bursting on the way down, your tears on my fingertips. You beautiful creature.

    I couldn’t ever look back at this and think of it as something simple. You told me to remember that you’re not all there is. You told me there’s so much more out there. But I look at you. I hear you talk. You feel different than anyone I’ve ever come across, you radiate a color that doesn’t exist here. Born from these waters, crashing into my sides.

    You can hold me with just one of your hands. You’re safe, you know the hardships. There’s a pain in you, and it compliments mine. It’s the same breed, the same hurting that’s left from these disasters. It’s why you love the fire, the burns that have been left on your skin. The danger, it attracts you. There’s a sort of peace in chasing chaos. In putting yourself into the disaster, instead of letting it take over you. We throw ourselves into it, and I look at you laughing. By god do I fall. The sighs that just leave my lips. You soft, ethereal, fiery being. Holding me here.

    I see such better for you than myself. And it just can’t not be thought of by me, you deserve so much. You should have an endless view of everything you love. Going after everything you desire. Far from here, away. And I’m here jeopardizing you. Holding your hands and pulling you under. I shouldn’t be here. But the power of you, the way you affect me. I can’t bring myself to stop.

    You don’t scare me. How I feel about you scares me. I got down in front of you, and asked for your hand. I placed it on my chest. Having you feel just how my heart becomes a hailstorm. Pounding and breaking through the process. Needing shelter. And that shelter it needs is you.

    Talk to me. You tell me. I don’t have words. I just close my eyes. Don’t you know how this has covered me? You know that I’ve become tied into you. And my words could never say it right. Could never embody what it truly is.

    Let’s hope we survive this jump.

    5 Responses to Chernobyl Blood

    1. Just me
      November 18, 2017 at 5:19 am

      Love this, beautiful…

    2. Nobody
      November 19, 2017 at 4:23 am

      This is breathtakingly beautiful. I wish this was for me ..
      Best wishes to you and know – the one this is inteded to is a very fortunate person!
      *assuming you act upon this,or are together..et al

    3. Forgotten
      November 20, 2017 at 2:07 pm

      I felt like that for someone, once. I had never imagined that depth of feeling was even possible

    4. Watercolor Tattoo
      November 29, 2017 at 12:17 pm

      This is beautiful.

    5. Nicole
      December 1, 2017 at 2:57 pm

      So beautiful. Thanks for sharing

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