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‘We’ll be best friends forever,’
She tells me with glee.
A smile on her face,
Her spirit wild and free.

Daisy chains in the park,
And playing hide and seek.
‘I see you behind that tree!’
She yells with a squeak.

‘We’ll still be best friends, right?’
She asks, looking down.
I nod, but on my face,
I can’t hide my frown.

Meeting between lessons,
and sleepovers on the weekends.
Unable to predict
Life’s twists and bends.

‘I’ll see you soon, my best friend,’
She says, a tear in her eye.
As she gets into her car,
And waves me good-bye.

I watch as she leaves,
For her new school.
And I begin to wonder,
When did life become so cruel?

‘Meet my best friend,’
She states with a smile.
My heart drops.
I want to run a mile.

Her new friend wears make up,
and straightens her long golden hair.
The comparison between us,
Really isn’t fair.

‘Remember when we were best friends?’
She reminisces sincerely.
I don’t have the courage to admit.
That I miss her dearly.

Occasional catch-ups over coffee,
Cards on birthdays.
But the way she looks at me now…
It’s a stranger’s gaze.

‘I miss having you as my best friend,’
She admits one day.
I don’t respond,
I look down with dismay.

Her kids hug her legs,
Playing an old game.
A game we might have played once,
When our friendship burned full-flame.

‘You were always my best friend,’
I sob at her bedside.
I mourn the life we could have had,
The life fate denied.

Lips turned up in a smile,
But sadness in her eyes,
‘You were always mine, too,’
She says to my surprise.

‘I miss my best friend,’
I tell the people gathered.
Trying to seem strong,
But I feel broken and battered.

Death took her too early.
Death took my best friend.
I must now go on without her.
On myself I must depend.

 

I was in love with the idea of love
But the emotion escaped me
Lost and alone
Misery unknown
Life a haunting melody

Love was a lost illusion
A bitter conclusion
Unforgiving
Through the lies and the pain
Bracing against the rain

But then I feel you
Washing over me
Pinned to the spot
By the passion blazing in your eyes
A mesmerising surprise

Your kiss is devastating
Frustrating
My heart’s pulsating
We’d be breathing the same air
If I could remember how to breathe

Mesmerising
Hypnotising
Your beauty moves me
Your passion paralyses me
I’m drowning in you

I’m losing myself
I’m losing you
In this world full of hate
Drowning in darkness
I can’t even contemplate

I need something worth fighting for
A flawless cure
To numb the pain
Escape the game
Or I think I’ll go insane

There’s so much to lose
I wish I could choose
An easier path
Careless and unthinking
Facing the aftermath

I was in love with the idea of love
But the emotion escaped me
Beautifully fleeting
It fled my life
An endless strife

There were flashes as she fell, tumbling slowly towards emptiness.

A single, slender figure, oblivious to what was happening, was falling.

Encased in darkness, a single bright blue light offered the only escape from the constricting blackness of her surroundings. The little blue light zipped around, always tantalisingly out of reach, but never straying too far.

The girl did not know what the light was. She did not know what the darkness was. She did not know where she was. But she knew she was falling.

Suddenly, the hard ground met the girl’s fragile body, though she felt not a pinch of pain. Rising slowly from the cold floor, she came face to face with a cheerful, tiny figure. Hovering in the air, it flew closer, it’s soft wings tickling her cheek. A bird.

But birds didn’t glow. But, despite the impossibility of the situation, the little bird with a snow white chest and a sparkling sapphire body was, indeed, glowing. It’s body flashed brightly and fiercely, like lightning. It settled on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck like a long lost friend, and the little girl felt a faint familiarity with the situation. Had she been here before?

But that question led to a more pressing conundrum: where was she?

Although her little feathered companion provided a small amount of light, the dark extinguished it a mere metre from the creature’s frail body. Gentle chirps were the only sound to break the deafening silence.

Where had she come from? Vague memories of an almost forgotten life flew fleetingly through her mind. Faces of people, no longer recognisable, faded from her memory. What was happening?

Resisting the temptation to give in to the fear and dread crawling through her body like a fleet of carnivorous insects, she braces herself. A break down was not what the situation needed. She needed to keep her calm.

As if sensing her distress, the little lightning bird chirped comfortingly, and brushed a tear the girl didn’t even know she’d shed from her cheek. Though she remembered little from her past, she was sure this behaviour wasn’t typical of birds.

Confusion settled over her again, clouding her thoughts. The confusion led to frustration and the frustration led to uncontrollable despair.

Needing to do something, anything, to escape the darkness that clung to her like moss, she began to step forwards, not caring where she was going, as long as it would relieve her from this mysterious place.  But without being able to judge her surroundings, she tripped on an unseen rock and fell against the rough expanse below her.

Another tear escaped and rolled silently down her pale cheek. She wiped it away slowly.

She climbed slowly to her feet again, determination filling her. She would escape, and she would discover what happened to her.

Her little winged friend hovered in front of her, then turned and flew away. Following her instincts, the girl followed, careful of the uneven ground under her feet.

She stumbled a few times, but her lightning bird waited. She wondered idly what she did for her life to come to a time with her trusting a flashing bird to guide her through a murky expanse to what she could only hope was a safe place. Without any other choice though, she trudged on.

It came to a time when the girl did not remember what it was like to see things through her own eyes. She forgot what light was, and what colour was. Well, all except for blue.

But slowly the glow of the bird began to fade. Or was it the darkness that was fading?

As the black around her became a little bit less black, and as the ground below her became slowly more visible, the girl stepped out of the darkness into a world unlike that of her wildest imagination.

Waterfalls and trees that reached to the heavens above, pink fairies and horned butterflies. Was this death? No, this place was far too alive to be a place of death.

A unicorn with eyes of ocean blue and hair blacker than the night galloped past, and filled the girl with a sense of serenity.

That strange feeling of familiarity returned. Somehow, she knew this place. Somehow, she knew she was home.

I marvel at the colour of her.

I marvel at her green eyes; perfect orbs of emerald, fading into aquamarine with flecks of tiffany blue. As deep as an ocean, and just as mysterious. I could swim in her eyes for hours, lost in their beauty.

I marvel at the pinkness in her cheeks, as delicate and soft as a rose petal. I wonder how warm the blush feels to her. I wonder if she knows how adorable it makes her.

I marvel at the creamy whiteness of her skin, which would richen to a golden brown in the Summer. Radiant and relucent; not cold like snow.

I marvel at her wavy blonde locks, cascading like spun gold down to her waist. Strands of butterscotch and caramel intertwine on a bed of glimmering honey , as bright as a flame in the dark. The breeze lifts her hair softly, pulling at it playfully.

I marvel at her lips. Usually a soft and pale pink; today they were painted a startling and passionate crimson red. They were as bright as a perfectly ripe cherry, and as mesmerising the flicker of fire. Smooth and soft looking, and oh so tempting.

I marvel at the deep blue of her dress, the material clinging to her body, accentuating her figure. The dress stops just above her knees, baring her long legs and I marvel at how the dark navy contrasts beautifully with her pale skin.

I marvel at the sunset behind her, and how nature has created the perfect balance of scarlet and gold to accomplish the sensation of utter peace and romance that only a star setting on the horizon can produce.

I marvel at the colour of her soul. The rainbow of warmth that washes over me when I’m in her presence.

I marvel at the colour of her.

I marvel at her.