The Life And Love Of Us (Chapters 1-15)

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    I first posted chapters 1-11 of this piece about 2 years ago, however I only just found it in the depths of my external hard drive last night. This lead to me decide that I needed to finish what I started, and thus the remaining chapters were completed. Hopefully you guys like it :)

    "The Life And Love Of Us"

    I like your scent, your dress sense, your accent,
    The way that your speech level decreases with each breath,
    Your screaming and wheezing after each drag of your cigarette,
    And the fact that you said you'd quit but still hold a 20 deck,
    Alcohol and nicotine, rose wine and L and B,
    Yet still you find yourself studying towards your history degree,
    So smile and flash your perfect teeth,
    I'd tear out your heart if it made you belong to me,
    Only to case it in acrylic and gold,
    Mahogany base and writing in cursive chrome,
    I've only just spent enough time with you to miss you,
    But I lather you with silent side glances and repute,
    Though if I mouthed these words to you, you'd blush and tear my world in two,
    But fair enough, you've got no time for the insects that worship you.

    So as I crawl along your bedroom floor,
    Desperation and all,
    I glare at the tapestries that line your four walls,
    I get the words I want to say locked around my jaw,
    Displaying all my flaws, as I go in search of yours,
    But your words are innocent, never have you harmed me,
    In fact you taught me compassion for the people that ignore me,
    Yet I still plan to coat my room with your cuticle,
    You're beautiful and graceful, I'm in love and mistaken.

    Though I've tried my hardest to impress you with my style,
    I've come to realise that you will never be mine,
    And all of the words that I've learnt to seem learned,
    Were pointless and pedestrian as your eyes are averted,
    So as they wander round the room,
    I continue to be amazed by you,
    With that flower tattoo gracing your pelvis,
    Staining your innocence, enticing my feelings,
    If I pull you closer, will you fall for me?
    In this tired party, this drunken scene.

    It's not enough, and I don't think that I'll ever be,
    I turn and see you kiss another man right in front of me,
    Tragedy encompass me, and hold me tight so I can't breathe,
    'Cause another step alone would be plain embarrassing,
    And though he's not a looker, and is just looking to fuck her,
    She runs her hands along his waist and pulls him over like a jumper,
    I indulge that I can be a lonely person,
    But I still find solace within interspersion,
    Total immersion in a holder of affection,
    Or just spending time with a lover or whatever,
    But as I find myself totally fixed on your choice,
    And watch as he revels in his victory, rejoice,
    'Cause as you turn away from him and pull yourself in close,
    I see his eyes stare towards the girl he truly loves.

    This is my chance to get what I deserve,
    You should be within my arms, my trophy, my girl,
    So I let slip from between my lips, that this man has his own predicaments,
    Then watch you cry with closed eyes, and feelings that are mixed,
    Because you've now established,
    That all of this was just a weak fabric,
    And one loose thread gently picked upon,
    Would undo everything that you thought you'd won,
    So I'll crawl in and become a shoulder to cry on,
    And force my feelings to be reflected with fathom.

    Okay, now what? I got the girl,
    Confusion and I'm adamant I'm living in a dream world,
    Where roses have thorns that inject endorphins,
    But pain is an orphan, so you only feel awesome,
    As I grapple with this thought and the irony of it all,
    Plus the fact that I find all kinds of safety in the free fall,
    Protection in infection, but when you leave me I'll be cured,
    And I'm not sure I'll be able to scour this land anymore,
    Searching for another one of those women in red,
    Who'll entice me with her words until I fall for what she said,
    No longer a bachelor, but so enthralled with her,
    Her blonde hair and her blank stare still leave me impaired,
    And thinking of when she leaves me deserted and scared,
    So I'll just take the time to make sure that she stays mine,
    And tattoo her awkward speech along my weary spine.

    And still you expect me to please you, hold you, tease you,
    And generally complete you,
    But that's not gonna happen in this lifetime,
    I've done my time for the lies that I inspired,
    And even if you look for me to change,
    I'd rather rot or be declared insane for ever uttering your name,
    After the words "I love you" so now I'll live in-fame,
    Whatever happened to us? We got lost in our lust,
    And the strange disgust that we both have for us,
    We both declared distrust and blushed in the rush,
    But still I'm not the type of man to just give up,
    Or give into relaxing, questioning your passion,
    Your overall commitment and if you've found satisfaction.

    So as I lay having the worst sleep of my life,
    My head bursting with regret as I remember what my life's like,
    Suppressing my anger and the need for a knife fight,
    Meaning she gets the grief while I'm stubborn and childlike,
    I don't think I've ever felt so awake,
    With a headache, so I turn and wake to pass my problems like a magistrate,
    Predictably, she's upset that I've taken her from rest,
    But really I did that months ago and since we've been distressed,
    I clamber for my clothes and get myself dressed,
    As I decide it's best to just leave alone this mess,
    She smiles, kisses me and assures me I'll be okay,
    But all I want right now is some kind of getaway.

    Yes I've illustrated love the past few months,
    Breathing as my dying lungs take in their humble lunch,
    Fed with weightless oxygen to power all my limbs,
    But love is painted differently, along with desire for sins,
    I stay asleep as a rancid girl strokes my filthy face,
    After a long night of forcing circles into other shapes,
    When I wake I'll undoubtedly writhe around this bed,
    Looking for some kind of comfort in a paracetamol mattress,
    And as I leave this place diseased,
    I won't know what lies in store for me,
    As all my feelings expand and break,
    Who knows how many random girls I'll kiss to feel the same.

    Whatever happened to the kissing? Our open mouth tongue licking?
    It's ironic yet fitting that we're tongue tied and unwitting,
    And yeah I know, I'm not aware I'm being a fuck sometimes,
    But isn't that what caught your eye that night, isn't that what made you fantasise?
    I've reduced myself to booze, but you've got your problems too,
    You just cruise and smoke through, becoming cancerous and confused,
    Another day is a write off, 'cause last night I drank too much,
    Misunderstood and lovestruck, basically a dumb-fuck,
    Caught up in mistrust, my lies are being punished,
    But last night I found a girl that left me astonished,
    She just brushed me to the side after the nights events,
    So again I find myself in the same goddamn predicament,
    I like your scent, your dress sense, your accent,
    The way that your speech level increases with each breath,
    The fact that you've never even held a cigarette,
    You're the opposite of what I have, so basically you're perfect,
    Now I could get involved with you,
    Tell lies to you like I usually do,
    But I don't wanna force a draw, and don't want to change you at all,
    I just want to form a mosaic to cover the skin that lines my walls,
    But once more independence overrides naivety,
    Until I can convince her of my supposed decency.

    I'm just so tired and I feel so vacant,
    Like some kind of decadent excuse for a vagrant,
    As I take ever decreasing steps on this pavement,
    Trying to find a fling that isn't laced with hatred,
    This relationship is dull and unfulfilling,
    But I masquerade grandeur so I don't seem unwilling,
    Yes, I know it's ruthless and even disrespectful,
    But with a leash so tightly round your neck, the answer's pretty simple,
    You find yourself thinking it's deplorable at least,
    So eventually you have to find some way to be released,
    And I found that release in the form of a brazen brunette,
    With a charming lick of her lips, she winked like a connoisseur of sex,
    Blatantly she'll fall for me with no period of latency,
    Mere ignorance and naivety, I definitely won't sleep lonely.

    Intimacy always gets the best of me, it seems,
    The dream world I had is disbanding all around me,
    And so I wake with a headache and an appetence for her,
    Slowly falling from my safe life, to one of disrepair,
    This brown haired bombshell with a bountiful physique,
    Knows exactly what I'm pining for and exactly what I need,
    Not to say that my blonde scholar, with her addiction to Jacobs Creek,
    Doesn't supply my heart with warmth and thoughts of lechery,
    But as all adulterers must know, despite incompetence,
    Occasionally it's the thrill of deceit that makes cold feet relent,
    So please don't judge my actions or look down your nose and scoff,
    Because my darling brazen bestial brunette is my personification of love.

    How about that? I'm left with both my hands tied,
    My smirk wiped off my fragile face as she lets her feelings slide,
    I drop my guard for one short sigh and someone snuck inside,
    As both my lovers start to waver with disquiet,
    My brazen brunette dyed her hair red and said she needed space,
    That the affair we had became too serious and that my choices were in distaste,
    She claimed she knew I felt true love for my bleach blonde buttercup,
    Who'd recently grown more suspicious of the outings that I took,
    But no matter what my mistress may claim, I know it's not the honest truth,
    Though I'm not exactly one to judge as I've been acting so uncouth,
    The final words she heard me utter, with my grimace-lined face,
    Were followed by her curves corroding as she walked away.

    So once again I find myself staring over the side of this bed,
    With acute hindsight that tells me I should have never strayed from it,
    And as I look around I find that sorrow frames her eyes,
    My peroxide queen of anxiety holds tears and with a doleful sigh,
    She claims she saw me speaking to a raunch Red Riding Hood,
    Who had an increase in her speech level after every breath she took,
    She also states, in heated debate, that she saw my disconsolate gaze,
    As this red-headed home wrecker walked sultrily away without refrain,
    And though I tried my best to convince my love this wasn't the case,
    That a pure misunderstanding and contextomy was to blame,
    She shouted back to me with unrivalled vigour and hate,
    That she never wanted to see me again, and that our love was a stale deadweight.

    Now I'm not saying that I can blame her for being so vindictive,
    After all I did to earn her trust, I can't believe I let it slip,
    But she should know that I'll be here if she ever wants to come back home,
    I'll be tired, undesired, and all on my own.
     
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    In every asshole, there's a bitch behind it. True story.

    This is actually nice and I was entertained. I specifically like the words you used and I like to read what happens next. Hope there will be a twist or something that's not so predictable that will happen to the next chapter. I don't know really...just keep writing.
     

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