This is something, as I said in the description, that I did not put time into making pretty; I wrote it solely for the purpose of writing it. I started it intended for no one's eyes but mine, but upon finishing it, I felt that I needed for someone to see this. And while it certainly isn't my best work, you are quite welcome to review it. Just note that it isn't meant to entertain.
I love you.
Too much, maybe. Too much for me.
You were the first person I ever completely trusted, did you know?
Of course you did. You know everything about me.
How do I talk to you? Are you alive? Are you dead? Or are you just dead to me?
I love you.
I wish I could scream it out to the world, to tell everyone.
No, I wish I could tell you.
Because I never said those three words to you when you were with me.
And now... you're not.
You were- are?- the only person I have left. And now that you're gone, it feels like something is pushing all the air out of me. Is it possible that two hours ago, I was happy? So happy, I thought I would die from it?
Everywhere I look, I see you. I see you in my mirror- the same mirror our eyes would meet in, and we'd just look at each other, and know. I hear you in my kitchen, the same kitchen you would tease me in for not being able to boil water. I smell you when I open that box- yes, the grey one that you gave me for my birthday, the one that I keep everything you've given me in- the one that I once sprayed your cologne in as a joke. I taste you every time I eat an orange- the same oranges you used to peel for me after I broke the skin with a nail, the oranges that were the first thing I ate after Aria died, because you begged me to. And I feel you every time I dare to think, because all I can think of is you.
You told me you loved me every night for one month- just one month- did you know?
Why didn't I tell you that?
Iloveyou.
Iloveyou.
Iloveyou.
I wish I could tell you what exactly you are to me. And I suppose that's what this is.
I wish you would read this, from whatever corner of the world you're in now, and know I wrote it.
Come back to me.
And... my prince (Did you get that? Only a prince can have a princess, after all.)- to that question you asked me on January 1, 2015... Yes.
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I must say, it brought tears to my eyes. For a while I believed that you were talking about your father, but at the end you expressed that it was someone not blood related but maybe, mind related? You seemed to have a fun time writing this, it sort of expresses into the writing, even if it has a little bit of a serene attitude. It shows that even if you don't see him all the time you still love him. However there are a few things that I am confused about. 1. is he dead? or is he just with someone else. 2. I'm guessing he proposed? But, overall it was amazing! it took my breath away! Keep up the great work!
Heya, Gravity here to "review"!
So this piece was so raw that I didn't feel a review was quite appropriate. So this is a non-reviewy review?
I wanted to applaud you. 1. love is such a cliche topic nowadays and everybody seems to be writing about it. So when a fresh viewpoint is made it's very refreshing and well appreciated. I just wanted to thank you for writing about love in a way that's extremely original. no sarcasm there I promise. 2. You used amazing imagery 3. You managed to blend prose and poetry in a manner that I have never seen before 4. I can totally relate to this.
Great job on writing such a beautiful poem. I was very confused which I liked, because my confusion made it apparent that this poem really is for you and not for me. I didn't know who Aria is and tbh? I like it like that. I don't know what happened between you and this boy or girl, but I like it like that. Because I'm probably going to lay down to go to sleep tonight and think about all the possibilities that could've happened here. This is the kind of poem that inspires a story. I encourage you to write more about this, maybe to elaborate in other pieces? I don't know. All I know is that I want more of this So please please please let me know if you write anything more involving this. I would love to read it.
Keep Writing!
XOXO,
Gravity
Thank you so much for all the compliments and the non-review review.
I'll definitely tag you if I write anything else.