I miss you
02-21-2015, 04:36 PM
The stars lean down to kiss you And I lie awake and miss you Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere 'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly Her rigid hold was simply the only way to keep herself from falling apart at her sisters touch. No matter what she did, she simply couldn't get past the feeling that her sister had done this, she had chosen to break them, and now they where both struggling to live with the consequences. She wanted Rhythm home so bad, for things to go back to the way they where, and they could pretend this had never happened, they could curl up in each-others dens and stay up all night and talk, and just.. make everything perfect again. But I'll miss your arms around me I'd send a postcard to you, dear 'Cause I wish you were here Rhythm would recoil from her, and she would feel herself start to melt, her rigid pose began to relax and she opened her maw, her paw shifted subtly beneath her, as she thought about reaching out to her sister of cupping her check, touching her forehead to Rhythm's, of crying together, of doing something, anything to heal this. But Rhythm bet her to it, her sister opened her maw, and the words that fell out where poison, and she could feel its toxic touch on her heart, searing her slowly, agonizingly, and at first the girl frozen the subtle shifts of her movements feeling still, the bridge she had considered building burnt, and Motif growled, her desperation giving way to anger as she found her pride again and hid behind it. “Screw you, Rhythm, we had something amazing, and precious, and you broke it, and I don't think we will ever get that back” she spat, her fur standing on edge as she glared at the woman that had, all their lives, been a part of her. I'll watch the night turn light blue But it's not the same without you Because it takes two to whisper quietly The moment the hateful words where out, she regretted them, and she was torn. All her pride and hurt wanted her to throw up that wall, to keep it there, to break them both and even as it broke her she thought she might feel some terrible satisfaction of watching her sister hurt with her, but, she knew in her soul she could not do that, that Rhythm was too precious a thing to her, that watching her sister hurt would not give her an ounce of pleasure – it would break her all that more, until she might think only death could free her from the pain. “Oh... Rhythm” her voice broke, and she was crying now. “I love you Rhythm, I miss you and I want to be a part of your life. I'm so terribly selfish, I dont want it to be anyone else who dries your tears, or comforts you when you cant sleep, I don't want it to be anyone else because helping you is who I am.. I just, I just wish...” but she couldn't go on. She sat down heavily on the grass. The silence isn't so bad 'Til I look at my hands and feel sad 'Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly |
