Time is Fleeting

‘Why is he always so late?’ Ellie thought as she leaned against the wall, she could see both entrances from where she was standing. She turned the volume up on her iPod.

  People kept glancing at her, she ducked her head, tucked hair strand behind her ear. She walked from her spot to the shop in the station. At least it is something to do. She took one of the bottles from the fridge and purchased it and walked back out. Her spot on the wall still empty.

  Ellie’s phone buzzed, a text from him.

              sorry am late, just woke up. Be there in 20 x

  ‘One day I am going to fucking murder you,’ she said as she texted back her response and shoved it back in her pocket.

  At least she could people watch there are all kinds of people to see in bus stations. She could see the coach stops perfectly, a guy a couple of years older than her had a small bouquet of flowers behind his back. He kept checking his watch, he looked excited.

   At least someone can be on time.’

  People rushed out to collect their bags. When a girl her age stepped out the coach, with a plain black suitcase and came into the station, flower boy smiled. When she looked up she beamed at him, his own smile wider. She rushed forward and he presented her with the flowers, she kissed him on the cheek first before taking them in her hands.

No one has ever bought me flowers in my whole life.’ thought Ellie as she brought her hand to her mouth and gently bit.

  He had yet to appear. The clock on the wall said he would be here in two minutes. She slung her bag around her body and placed her hands on the wall behind her to help hoist herself up.  

  ‘Boo!’ said a guy’s voice in her ear.

  ‘You’re late, again,’ Ellie said as she looked at him, her face set straight.

  ‘I’m not that late, I said I’d be twenty minutes.’ He said before smiling putting his hands on her waist.

  She shook her head before taking her phone out of her pocket, scrolled through the messages and showed him the one she was looking for.

  ‘What time does it say we were meeting?’ She asked.

  ‘Eleven…’ he said, smile dropping from his face.

‘What time is it now?’ She said moving away from him, her arm pointing to the clock.

‘Twelve, I’m sorry Ells Bells, do you forgive me?’ He said as he pulled her toward him and kissed her.

She pulled back slightly smiling. ‘Nope, you owe me.’

He nodded before taking her hand, they walked out of the station. She looked at him and frowned slightly.

‘I shouldn’t have to put up with this.’

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Gestures

He had his hands on her, one on the small of her back, slightly pressing her body into him, the other stroking her brown wavy hair. His fingers slightly dipping into the strands, as his fingers run down. 

    ‘So that’s my life, not too depressing for you, eh?’ he says, looking down at her.

      She raises her head from his chest, letting his hand fall from her hair. Leaning her face towards his, she gently kisses his forehead, casting her eyes down at his. Smiling slightly as she brushes his hair from his face

 You didn’t have to tell me all this now.

Pressing her forehead against his, as if he could receive her thoughts by touch.

Do you trust me?

 ‘You okay?’ he asks.

 She nods.

Whispering into her ear, he says ‘Tell me the first thing that pops into your head.’

 She bites her bottom lip, sits up, and rests her elbows on his chest.

‘Did you know pineapples can technically eat you?’

 ‘What?’ He says, raising an eyebrow.

         ‘The enzymes or whatever in pineapples can dissolve your skin, that’s why after eating them your lips tingle,’ she replies, looking at him seriously, her head slightly tilted.

           ‘Beautiful. Sounds like bullshit, but beautiful,’ he says as he leans in to kiss her, she lets his lips touch hers before pulling away.

      She rests her head back down onto his chest, turning her face from his. Not what you wanted to hear. Squeezing her eyes shut, as he wraps his arms around her once more. I’m sorry.

Fuck Fantasy

Lately all I can think about is the last time,
when you held yourself above me, your sweat
dripping
from your hair,
onto my breasts,
only      to run      down     my body.

When I think of you, I wonder am I in your head?
I wish you wasn’t in mine, to move from you would make
life easier. I hate hearing how you no longer have an empty bed
I shouldn’t have my heart          Freeze at the thought.

Your body near mine released the dormant endorphin
locked      away,       deep within      me.

Breathe
Disengage,
Forget?

Steps you need to take to lesson the pain. I struggle with step
three.
How do I stop?
How do I stop?                  It wasn’t meant to be!

Your life mapped out, mine barely formatted. I can see why you
would want us to end before we even began.

I already know I would poison your life. I let negativity weigh me
down.
Not wanting to be someone else’s ruin, take what you desire.

I knew it was faltering. I let instinct take over and turned what
we did, saying you used me, when I was     so willing.
My body rejected my mind. Unable to take it back.
I watched your face crumble.                 I did nothing.

We tore up our past and began again, this is reality but I
hoped for fantasy.