Just Ramblings. I got inspired by a Vivian Darkbloom piece. Hope you guys like
it. Any pointers would be awesome. 
You are so beautiful.
The words rush out of me, leaving me breathless and helpless to retract, what to me, is a monumental expulsion.
My body is a tense wire thread across the infinity of the space between us, so finely tuned with trepidation that I am surprised I do not vibrate. When you
turn, I cannot read the expression on your face and it does little to assuage the jackhammer adrenaline roiling though me, holding me falling and suspended
without the benefit of salvation. Your next words surprise me.
No one has ever told me that before.
How I hated the world for being blind to this truth and how I love that I am the first to tell you. Isn't that strange? This closed fist open mouthed dichotomy of flesh and philosophy. Selfish love tempered by lofty ideals of emotions too obscure to express. In the end, we are just human, and yet we are never content to remain thus. Why is that? The sinew of the heart knows… just as it knows all our secrets. Will you ever let me tell yours?
And the Stars Fell Down
Years pass and words, simple words begin to take on meaning-more meaning than they were ever designated to carry. Words like me and you, burdened with undertones of love, hate, wistful reminisce of what could be and might have been and is. Do you think of me? Sometimes, in the middle of a warm, autumn afternoon I see flashes of your smile. A phantom in the shadows of the falling leaves. I don't remember much you know. Just an impression of low rumbling laughter, a baseball cap and a pony tail that dared me to caress the graceful arch of your neck.
You were such a badass, screaming rebellion through the wrought iron monkey bars during recess.
I often ruminated on the temptation you so carelessly carried in your heady wake. Impossible that one person could matter so much so soon. It was before I knew of artless seduction and the madness of love. To be near you was to be in the grace of the divine-you with your courage and grace and infinite wisdom at the discerning age of thirteen years. How sweetly cliché to say that when you were near, the stars fell down and illuminated my heart.
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