she hurts his ego
by stating out loud his lack of intelligence
but it doesn't affect him
he is used to it by now
he attempts to fight back at first
but it is no use
she has a bigger vocabulary
and an open mind
he likes a musical prodigy
olive skin
silky hair
chyna parks
(olive)
she is dating a handsome boy
but all he does
is show off his martial arts
where has his love for her go?
she acts cold around him
but all she wants
all she really really needs
is his arms around her
his mind is sunken in
drooping ; a weak shield
for chyna parks
she is his world ; his everything
(is she really)
she stayed up last night
nightmares haunt her
the sea has found another person to wrap her arms around
the cliff has donated another person to afterlife
he stayed up last night
was that clash ; clump ; shatter , another bottle hit on his mother or her falling on a table and the vase falling off
he stares at the canvas
he paints her again
(but why does she have blonde hair now)
she covers the bags
with foundation
and practices her smile
perfect
he doesn't bother with the bags
no one would notice
he was always slipped past
no one really bathed in his presence
why does he have bags
they've gotten darker ; a shade darker than the charcoal he's using to sketch chyna
is he okay
please be okay
(hey fletcher,nice bags! are they designer?)
'Chyna! I need to ask you something' he shyly approaches her
'if you're going to ask me out on a date then no thank you'
he purses his lips
is it ever sunny anywhere else ; it always rains on him
'look,olive.i think we should see other people'
'what why? is it something i di-'
he hangs up
the cord on the old-fashioned wall phone chokes her
(bring me to my brother)
'olive?'
she looks weak tired ; the tears washing away her makeup
i sit down next to her
and we match
'are you okay?' he mutters
i shake my head
and he pulls me into an awkward hug ; his face worn out and un-reusable,not broken but damaged.i wrap my arms around his shoulders
and we match
at home he hears silence
no crying mother
no desperate father seeking any inanimate object to be caressed with such a strength onto mother
and he sees his mother flirt with a motion that has never entered this house in years ; a smile
her parents buzz as they move around the house
but she doesn't hear it ; they were never there
she passes his room on the way to hers
her heart doesn't break that much anymore
'he's gone,fletcher!' his mother cries out ; the only noise ever emitted from her voice before were whimpers and whines and pleads and begs and sobs and 'i do'.
she pulls me towards her,her weak,thin arms.
my cruel,ruthless father was gone but that also meant the artistic,creative,accepting,caring and loving father had packed up too
my parents were hopeless
(now i know where i got it from)
she enters the room
his scent tread deep inside her ; runs through her veins,washing out all her grief
the room was messy,unorganized,will never make it through the year
just like his hair,how unorganized his brain was,and he never did make it through the year
(sigh)
he falls into deep sleep
there was always a first time for everything right?
he dreams of her
and how she teaches him to be whole again
she falls asleep in her brothers oversized,smelly pullover
on the floor alongside with the socks,dirty clothes and textbooks discarded
she dreams of him
and he is in love with someone else
'Chyna,i wanted to te-'
but there she is,lips locked with someone else
he walks out into the lounge room and slides down the wall ; his breathing rapid but slowing down
is he even breathing
'fletcher' she sighs
she crosses her arms 'chyna?'
but his eyes aren't opening ; his chest not lifting
please not you ; not again ; why why why why why why why
he was sucked out of the darkness by her
they were on top of the world
on her treehouse
they gaze at the stars
he reminds her so much of him
the way he crinkles his eyebrows and scrunches his nose after waking up,processing his surroundings
the way he fidgets with his sweaty palms as he taps his foot nervously
the way he looks at her
'thank you,olive'
they sat in silence
'i love you fletcher'
and he thinks 'finally'
she watches for his reaction
but there is nothing
she sighs
two broken people dont fit together,because there are too many broken shards from the beginning,the glue holding us together was slowly rusting,the grief,hurt,loneliness hammering at it and we will finally be damaged beyond repair because all the strong glue has been used on others with more importance ; a longer warranty ; more time in this universe
he thinks
she looks exactly the way he sketched her this whole previous week
this was how the dream ended
there was no exact ending ; it was for him to create ; to rewrite
but he was on writers block
she sighs again
i guess her buoy is slowly inflating
fletcher does not feel the same way
i guess the sea is getting another person to eat up tonight
he looks at her
he sees what other's don't,not the sidekick of chyna parks (olive was smarter;beautiful;more tolerant;spectacular;she has noticed him as more a 1% of the percentage of people hopefully in love with chyna)
he holds her hands tightly
and she is finally capitalized in his vocabulary
'i love you so much more than you will ever understand,olive'
they don't kiss
but they hold each other
she brings his trembling hand onto the flesh covering her heart
it doesn't hurt anymore
and she thinks finally
they are both small whispers that never got a chance to be worded into sentences
a flickering light that never got its bulb changed; left to be decayed
but they are also the receipts left in the wallet ; but they found each other ; wrapped together
crumpled together and dropped in the trash
but they are together now
and he thinks finally