I'll say this before I begin the story:

This 'story' is really very incredibly short, though it was a kinda' writing diarrhoea moment; a cross between a short story and a poem. I wrote it in the style of a poem, yet with longer lines, etc. It turned out quite well, and I surprised myself with what I made with just five minutes of timed writing.

Anyway, it's for you all to judge whether it's good or not,

So, without further ado, let's read on;

Oh, and please R&R. :') :')

Lonely, Lonely, Lonely

"I love you"

Tongues entrenched in passion, salty taste, sweet flightiness, all in the business of the market square.

Adjusting bedside lamp to a dim glow, I lay flat down, not knowing of what to think. I don't know. Am I not, right now, complete? What's the problem?

I'm feeling so lonely, lonely, lonely.

You're breathing; up down, simple. Why must I transcend this away? Eyes, cinnamon pair, open in darkness, as if closed, not exposed, closed off; away. Just another night; you close, alone, feel falling, away.

Those pale fingers of yours, sewn around me; blazing warmth – yet not a drip of moisture, only tears on a tailwind swept pillowside.

Still 'I love you's' chiselled into the labyrinth of earshot – it never brings me company.

"I don't know. I don't know"

Sometimes I'm fine, even while alone, but I don't want to give you something to put up with; it's best if I leave – after all, this love we share, it's already bedlam, already crescent, already dying.

The moon, blinded by one big, lone sheath, hidden, though entire through the night's challenges; the night's wishes of tomorrow; millions of light years between you and the Earth, though you and I are millimetres in distance; if this is true, then why is it over? Why am I so lonely? Fog which erodes the night light into a fading shadow – am I that alone?

Sometimes the lonely don't find company; sometimes all we do is disappearing. Vanish into the dawn, I must do this; leave your sleeping face in the beautiful sadness this night conveys, if I ever were to return, you'd have new features, yet me, just the same old black.

They say shadows are cast by light; I am a shadow of the night. Moon, your light, I am nothing without it; with it, I am nothing but lonely.

"I'm sorry; I'll leave; don't forgive the horrible person I am"

So, there you have it.

Did you like it, or hate it? Did it inspire you, make you think, or just bore you?

I'd really love to know what you think of my work, so please leave a review – even if it's just a teeny weenie one. :')

xxxx