Loud Actions

Your words are sweet.

There are none better.

I felt their heat,

When I read your letter.


Your actions are loud.

I then perceive, that

You’re ruthless… you’re proud.

So – I leave.



via Daily Prompt: Glaring

“Hold my hand.”

Trembling, I do. I’m basically a human earthquake, a humanquake? I tremor. I can feel the foundation of my balance, my knees, collapsing. The weight of their glares makes my feet sink rapidly into the floor. A plea escapes between shuddering lips, “I can’t do this… I just ca-”

“Forget them. Focus on me. This is our night.”

Gorgeous… that she is – and more – far more than my feeble vocabulary could ever muster. Her words give me strength. They are a ray of sunlight to my Kryptonian skin, but the kryptonite of their glares still tempers my will.

“I’m with you, I’m with you all the way. Don’t worry about them. Just focus on me.”

I turn back. Oh… lips meet… what a pleasant surprise. Gasps all around the room. Are they still glaring? Who knows? At this moment I couldn’t care less. All the fear has melted into bliss.

PS I’d like to say I’ve been reading too many romance novels or watching too many romantic movies… alas that is not the case; my brain just does what it wants to do.

6 Degrees of Separation

Sticking to song titles this is one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite bands: The Script. When you are separated from something or someone you love deeply you may undergo some of these symptoms, more than aptly described by this talented group of artists.


“First, you think the worst is a broken heart.”

True line I believe. I think everyone has a different timeframe before it suddenly hits. You’re no longer tied to that person but your emotions – your heart – disagree. That hurts: what’s worse is you think it’s the worst part but it’s not.

What’s gonna kill you is the second part.”

The song never does state what the “second part” is. Unfortunately (or should I say fortunately) I don’t have enough first-hand experience to write from first person viewpoint but I can try assume what this is. It’s probably the memories of all the good things done together rushing through one’s head… and the realisation that it all came to nought.

“And the third, is when your world splits down the middle.”

You see them at every turn. They are in your mind’s eye the whole time and like some kind of stubborn cancer their memory just won’t go away; even when you try the not-so-chemo-therapy from friends and family.

“And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself.”

“I’m fine now. I’m ok. I’m better off without them.”

You say it once, twice. Maybe you even start to believe it.

“Fifth, you see them out with someone else.”

How can they move on so quickly? Don’t they feel what you feel? You dread to ask but have to nonetheless:

“Was it… was it ever real?”

“And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have messed up a little.”

“I wish I’d never…”

Both regret and acceptance.  The ache remains but the separation should be complete.

PS I really enjoy listening to this song and would suggest you give it a listen, preferably the clean version because the original does have a word or two you wouldn’t want to hear a toddler saying.