comparisonality

by svnmii

i) narrative he was like summer on rage very approachable because he always had this angry look but maybe it was passion there are other times he is determined he wouldn’t give up hungry for more meanwhile she was like winter when it was wistful something you’d like to see from a warm cabin in the season she wasn’t exactly approachable either like you could just enjoy watching her from a safe distance she was most definitely passive assertive lips drawn in a tight line ii) perspective they say love is timing i think you could see them but also not like they’re too different, you know? well, at least it seems they get along too well even if they’re bickering (it’s not serious) bringing out the realness of one another every once in a while there are compromises every once in a while all is calm iii) she i always try keeping my composure it’s so hard(!) but i like that he isn’t afraid of anything really, but he was the one that approached me first. i tried to not notice him he’s ridiculous eventually… i learned he just would not give up not that i pitied him but i guess he just freezes me sometimes like maybe i can stare all day and laugh to myself like maybe i know what passion tastes like now oh, he’s so ridiculous how could he see me? i’m so grateful, though i always forget what i am in reality because whenever with him i’m in a different world iv) he

I DON’T KNOW what got in my head BUT i don’t understand she’s so SCARY at the same time she’s the splitting image of LOVELY i sometimes forget how to walk and talk my brain goes gooey i enjoy how mysterious she is AT FIRST she wouldn’t talk to me unless if it was IMPORTANT i didn’t realize HOW MUCH I really needed her she taught me how to be patient what holding someone’s hand feels like ALL THE SMALL THINGS i wouldn’t really know i like butterflies dyed purple hair

11 at night

green.

by sophka

she always loved the color green she loved that it was the color of nature the color of life.

he learned to love the color for her too, he watched from above as she strummed her fingers through the grass plucking the soft strawberries from their stems. as the green tree began to gleam, his tears had now glistened in the sunlight. the both of them had lay there, below that tree, only she was six feet under.

orpheus and eurydice

Patroclus

by sophka

i ran my thumb across the high of his cheekbone feeling his warmth feed into my own body, like an electric current. he looked so peaceful lying there on my stomach, deep laughs forming from his chest falling from those gorgeous lips i couldn't keep my smile at bay. because even after every wound even after every heartache, endless tears and lonely nights it would all be worth seeing him like that. because i still found the one for me, achilles.