thesongbirds:

“Do you think we’re meant to feel small?” Her voice was quiet and shaky. She kept toying with a long blade of grass that she had ripped from the ground.

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You can’t run your frozen fingers along my torso as I stretch
Or lick your lips and raise your eyebrows
Stare at my waist and hips when I wear a sweater and jeans
Instead of the t-shirt and yoga pants I’d been so accustomed to

You can’t use words like “the last thing I need” in reference to another girl
But tell me you’re buying a new shirt for your date with her
You can’t lie to me through your teeth
Denying your intentions and
Intrigue through incredulity
That radiates from you more than your body heat
When you sleep

You can’t do any of this because for once
Someone can read your insecurities
Just as you can read theirs

Her breathing slowed, chest swelling with every surge of the cellos, shivering at the release of tension in the violins.

“It’s the first day of spring / and my life is starting over again”

Was it? It felt like winter here, on the cold tile.

“For I do believe / that everyone / has one chance / to fuck up…their lives
Like a cut down tree / I will rise again / and I’ll be bigger…and stronger than ever / before”

The lingering pause lulled her but each time his voice rang again, she wanted more.

“I’m still here hoping that one day you may come back”

The smoothness of his voice, the reassurance of hoping, of future, pacified her gasps of trepidation. And again the cello cut through the night, their mournful wails made tranquil by the staccato rapping of the drum and metallic twang of guitar.

I had wanted to share something worthy of history books
Of beautiful melodies and serene chords
Something heart-wrenching for the lonely
That others crave

In my desperation
I hadn’t realized how
Absolutely harrowing it is to be so
Vulnerable and
Naked

For you

Another sleepless night.
I think this makes two. Going on three.
My entire body aches, restless. I crack, stretch, groan. I moved from my bed to the couch, flipped the mattress over, spun it around. Laid on my side, my back, my stomach, stuck a pillow under my legs. Stuck two pillows under my legs. Opened the window a crack, pulled the curtain shut. Yanked the curtain open, and threw the window up the rest of the way. Switched the sheets, kicked off a blanket, curled up into the blanket, swaddled myself in multiple blankets. Lit candles, blocked off all light, even turned the overhead florescent light on. Played classical music and put in ear plugs.

But my body was aching for you.

I’m aware of
The logistics
Statistics
And quick fixes
But what I can’t comprehend is the
Sheer intent of your lack of words
Your ability to leave me grasping at every
Last
Breath
And tilt of your head
The way your eyes enraptured me through your
Immersion into my
Quintessence
Leaving my chest writhing and hands
Pulsating
Cheeks saturated while my head
Runs a marathon

And within this maelstrom that I become
The archetype of heedless, you
Retreat

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And repeat

NOAH (VOICEOVER)

I woke up one morning and she was gone. I checked the bathroom cabinet, the kitchen for her favorite coffee mug, the bedroom for her clothes. There was nothing left. As this sinking feeling was hitting me, I spotted her coffee cup sitting on a piece of paper, words scratched out underneath. There were coffee stains and scribbles, but the worst part was she had only written four words

“You Hold Me Down

-D”

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Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And Id like to take a minute just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I met a lovely girl at the Hilton hotel

In Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, born and raised
On the set of Heroes is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And going for a swim outside in the pool
When a couple of girls who were lookin’ fine
Were sitting on the loungers, taking their time
One was reading a book or at least she was trying
Her curves were so tempting that inside, I was dying
The tiles were hot but I made my way closer
Her beauty…shit, I’d write a song if I were a composer
But I’m not, I’m just an actor
Who got so nervous, had to up my casual factor
I took off my shirt, hopin’ to distract her
But the way she looked at me made me want to purr

Spock, Sylar, nothing came to mind
All my smooth lines lost, I began to unwind
“I’m Kim” she said with an angelic smile
“Hi, I’m Zach and I’m versatile”
Oh shit, what did I just say?
I was implying she should have sex with me
Honestly, yeah, that’s what I was thinking
But I never say those things without drinking
Instead of being offended, she gave me a grin
Stood up and leaned close to whisper “room 310”
I swallowed thick and watched her walk away
Before my brain kicked in and I obeyed
I went up the stairs, acting all calm
Until I knocked on the door, and dropped the bomb
She opened the door and I could smell her hair
I nearly dropped to my knees and said a prayer
But I went inside, she let me in
This was when the fun really began

We had sex on the sofa, the dresser and bed
We even ‘took a shower’, but  wasted water instead
Here I thought I was flexible
She even joked about the pool table

Once we had our fun, wore ourselves out
“She’s amazing”, I knew without a doubt
As we curled up together, under the covers
This would be the first of many nights with my perfect lover