Jump to content

Recommended Posts

Your chosen tongue is Klingon. Which is unfortunate, given that mine is telepathy.

When you speak, tanks are rumbling over tarmac, leaving behind debris and eliminating any grounds for further discussions. No softness can be detected, even if the intention of your words is to show me how much you care, desire me, want to possess me.  
Meanwhile, I'm bombarding you with invisible signals, between lines, between messages, between moods. Clarity stays hidden, even if the intention of my words is to bare my soul to you, make you understand, show you how much I yearn to be cared for by someone. 

Our bodies don't know of such friction. Secretly, they have created their own language. Your lap connects to my ass like a second skin; The strength of your fingers' grip finds a yielding tissue to leave intricate patterns in wherever it looks for it; The timbre of my voice when I'm pleading and whining tingles your receptors like no other sound; His length perfectly strokes and provokes my throat; Our chests fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

But this physical exchange just won't translate to our attempts at a peaceful togetherness. When reassurance is needed, you scold me and I send thunderbolts your way. Empathy is replaced by your razor-sharp rationality and my scared evasion manoeuvres. In its absurdity our continuous failing at communicating could be comical.
If the wounds it creates weren't quite so severe.  

Wow. I feel this deeply. It’s like we always spoke completely different languages when it came to anything that truly mattered. Even if the feelings underneath our weapons disguised as words were the same.

“Our continuous failing at communicating would be comical. If the wounds it created weren’t so severe.” 😮‍💨 I had to sit with that line for a moment. Some people say words are just words, but I believe words can be the destroyer of everything. Of futures, of families, of happiness and peace itself…

It’s devastating when the love and connection are real, but they still aren’t enough to keep you from hurting each other. When you can feel how much potential there is and still watch it implode because you just can’t seem to reach each other in the ways that matter most.

Also I love the Star Trek references 🖤 you truly have a way with words.

×
×
  • Create New...