Fractured

  

Hey guys it’s SugaRush.

I haven’t written in a billion years. Let me just get right to it.  

She means everything to you. You, yes you. Before her majestic presence your knees weaken. Her flawless brown skin like the well polished bronze. Her smile, calms the nerves of the gods. Her voices like the soothing sounds of clarinets. Gosh, You love her. 
Girls like her come once in a century. But you are a disaster waiting to happen, a pair of hands that have seen too many bad mistakes,  a history too heavy to carry.

And she – she is golden. she has this light in her that is something storybook, untouched, an angel’s hope. she’s strong and fierce and imperfect in a million ways that make your nerves flicker out of control. Talking to her makes you feel like maybe somewhere out there, there’s good in this world. 

Watching her speak and throw her heart into small things and love so fully and wildly – it drives you crazy. you want to give her all the coffee shops and fairy-lit nights she dreams about. You want to pull down the clouds so she can taste them, to show her your secrets, to protect her. She bubbles over with passion, with colour, with something you thought you’d lost forever.

She is life. she reminds you what it’s like to be living. 

She makes you want to be a better human being. 

But your emotions are like buttons on worn clothes, they are dark clouds threatening to burst, they hang on with weary strings and scarcely remember their purpose.  

Over and over again, you find yourself snapping at things that shouldn’t make you upset. You hear your lips utter words that should not be said, your legs shake in rage. Your hands itching to hit something. You say it’s because you love her. You are scared of losing her, you want to call her your own. 

You say you are possessed by love, consumed with passion for her. You insist that it is an outburst of the intensity of the love that you have for her, you take up her space. 

Little do you know, that like a beautiful flower that is plucked, she withers under your captivity masked as love. 

Please don’t stay beside her. It’s easier to have no one than to break the ones that you love. 
With Sugary hands….

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