The lights sparkled respectively as we danced on the dance floor, disco ball above our heads. As the music beat out a catchy drum line, he pulled me closer in his embrace. Hands on my hips, he whispered something barely audible in my ear. I tried to respond, yelling that I didn’t hear, but that went unnoticed. All that seemed to matter was us. I could get lost in him, I thought. And the thing that scared memost was that I desperately wanted to, to maybe get that feeling of satisfaction. He pressed himself closer, drawing me in. My heart beat faster. This is what I want. I reminded myself, maybe if he kisses me…maybe everything’ll be better. Ill feel something that can eliminate that emptiness inside of me.  Even as I spoke these words, I could feel the false hope settling in me. Am I feeding myself lies? What really is the truth?

I looked up at him with my big eyes, as he was looking down. So many different things I should do, so many different paths to take.

Then he kissed me, roughly, as if each time we touched drew something different out of me. A different story to tell. I started kissing him back, in the moment it felt right. Everything else faded. Nothing else matters, he can make me complete.



The disco ball fell.

As he let go, my composure seemed to be like the disco ball.

Shattering into a million tiny mirrors, none complete without the other parts. All I saw was a sad girl in them. Me. Staring back.

And I finally saw who I am. I’m broken. Shattered, always trying to find false happiness. Just as I came to this realization, I felt hands slide around my waist.

“Come on. They’ll clean it up. Lets keep dancing.” He said.

I turned to face him, pulling out of the embrace.

“No… This is… It’s all wrong.”

Ill make it better.” He promised.

“No… You can’t.” I smiled, and the confusion on his face was plain to see. “I’ve finally realized that.”

And with that I left, feeling a little bit closer to mended. Not complete, but on the right path.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 11/20/2009 3:21:08 AM
I like the wisdom here. You realize the false hope and promise of an empty kiss. Of love without emotion. Good work!

Spiritualitygirl   Spiritualitygirl wrote
on 11/8/2009 12:19:05 PM
Love the comparison to the shattering disco ball to the shattered girl. Great story! I'm sure you could expand on story. :)

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Just wrote this tonight.. In about 15-20 minutes. I don't usually write this style, but felt like it tonight. Feedback would be great, since I know this story isn't complete yet.