I walk upstairs because I feel something pulling me toward you. How is it that after so many years, it’s you who calls me in the night? Are you in trouble? Do you longingly miss me as I do you?
It’s been years my sweet. And you’re with someone else. But not really. I know what it’s like to be with someone, but wishing for another. Wishing for you in fact. And I was ready to spit so much game in another direction.
You’re with him. He sees me and knows we once were. So he becomes aggressive, as if he could claim something more, something as jaw-dropping as you. Our feelings were stronger, we were younger and bolder. You traveled many miles to be in my embrace. And I traveled just to be with you in your abode. You were grown up while we were teenagers. We both were. But I didn’t know better. I still probably don’t. But at my rawest form, you came to me.
I left you, but yet not at all. I’d climb back any day of the week now, or at least today. I’ve been drumming for hours. And all I awoke was with you… Achingly you.
You went over a hill, and I tried to catch up. He is going to try and drag you further away, but I feel you clearly like sun in rain, or rain in sun. The photos alone of you two together corrupt my days. I now know what it feels like when something feels rightfully yours. I’ve never been one to care much about others. I only have room to love myself, and even that is in poor condition. But we once were, still are, and I will keep in contact when least expected.
You came to me in my dreams last night over the hill. Just as you came to me years before.
Journalistic Writing
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Fantastic. Wonderful word flow!!!
Oh my goodness, this is just beautiful! I mean really amazing! As I read through this piece of journalistic writing, I couldn’t help but feel I could relate to what you are describing here. Loving someone even after they are gone and the pain of watching them be with someone else. So emotional, powerful and loving. Awesome job!
Was quite the dream.