Dear you Part I

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

One man can have many thoughts. Perhaps not enough. Perhaps too much. But definately many.

Dear You

There seems to be the endless whisper of existing doubt when I look at you. An energry pulsates within in me. An urge. To be as far away from you as possible. Simply because it is, how should we say, difficult. No. I underestimate this feeling. It is destructing and agonising to be in your presence. I will stand, in awe of you. I could be on the verge of tears at the mention of your name. You haunt me, beautifully, yet hauntingly everstill. Regardless of your beauty, you frighten me. You can press your thoughts to mine, as though our chests are pressing. You can read my eyes, as though I had spoken my every word aloud. You can kiss every word that falls from my lips as though it were they instead. But I fear, that you know all too well of my interest. Again, I underestimate. Interest. One word, obsession is distateful on my tongue. Obsessive, possesive. Not as innocent or distant as interest. Much too overpowering, too...distateful. Perhaps, I shall just call it...dear you

A powerful. Hauntingly beautiful feeling. dear you. You will never read these letters. Nor ever know of their existence. And when other eyes scour these words, with bafflement, or understanding. Those eyes will not belong to you. There are many barriers we must cross before we may brush fingertips. There are many years that must pass, before I age old enough to touch you, and everstill, only lightly brush past you. Like a fleeting moment of bliss. I will mistake your smile for an invitation to your heart. I will mistrust the foothold you make and fall, faster than ever before.

Is it hurt I see in your eyes or are you blind to passion and obsession. It is not I that can be possesive of you, you see. You must understand that it is, perhaps in your very nature, your soul has inhabited me. It is you, you fiend, that has possesed me. Whether I made it so or not, it is, without a doubt, true.

Dear you...Whenever will you understand? That the more I grow in love with your very existence, the more I am repulsed by everything about you. Hithero, on the balcony I waited. But wait, I need not, you were always there. And whence came your approach, I will turn cold and flee.

Hot passion bubbles within. Fierce like every cliche you can think of. Like lava, like a storm, like Venus' foreplay with cupid. Call it what ever you wish, my fiend, I am simply so hatefully in love with you.

But isn't it just so lovely, to hate you as well? 

Submitted: October 06, 2009

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Wow that really reminding me of Wuthering Heights. You've got a great narrative style. Keep it up! Oh, and thanks for reading "Detective Psycho Brown!"

Fri, October 9th, 2009 11:50pm


Thank you. Thats a great comparison. I loved that book. XD Your welcome, i'll read everything, all you have to do is ask. XD

Sat, October 10th, 2009 1:25am


You quite beautifully distill a paradoxical state of hateful love here with an intimate narrative style and some complex, interesting metaphors. Great work. In the post you left on my profile you asked for some "pointers" well I haven't really got any except perhaps you could make the language more dense(conducive to such an obsessive state) with more descriptive terms. But all in all, this is good work. :) Keep it up and I shall be back to read more of your work when and if I get the time(I'm quite busy with uni at the moment).

Mon, October 12th, 2009 11:35pm


Thank you very much. Denser language, okie doke, i appreaciate the time you took to read and comment, sorry i took so long to reply. xxx

Sun, October 18th, 2009 12:59am


Omigod...that put me in a total trance. I got lost in every word. A hateful love...know how that feels!!! Anyway its filled with so much emotion and passion. I think I have a growing jealousy of your work LOL

Wed, December 16th, 2009 10:59pm


Awe thank you so much. And no jealousy CrissBree. What i've read so far of Slow Dance is amazinggg. And thank you again for taking time to read

Wed, December 16th, 2009 3:07pm


This is so eloquently written and the paradoxical emotions make it so interesting to read. Very well done on this :)

Thu, December 17th, 2009 9:40pm


Thank you :) Yeah, I do quite like my oxymorons and paradoxes (hehe)and definately going to check out your work now ;)

Thu, December 17th, 2009 1:45pm


… I don’t normally read stories, but I decided to give it look.
… I got started and next thing I new I was done.
… I couldn’t stop reading it after I started. I really did enjoy it.
… You did a great job with this.

Fri, December 18th, 2009 1:42am


Wow, thank you jwb, yeah this piece means quite a lot to me

Fate x

Fri, December 18th, 2009 12:12am


What can I say. I'm speechless. This letter (if I may call it that) is what I bet so many of us want to write but yet words fail them. You have talent. I love your poems.

Fri, December 18th, 2009 8:26pm


Thank you so much. And yes, it is a letter :)

Fri, December 18th, 2009 1:43pm

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