I really don’t know what this is. I just re watched the perks of being a wallflower for the fifth time and it’s 1 am and I just thought of that last scene and how Charlie felt. And how his grief shaped and strengthened him and I just started writing this piece about loosing someone you love and how it changes us. My writing hasn’t been great and I feel at a loss for inspiration. I hope you like it, and I hope it makes sort of sense. Word count: 687 This is written in multiple peoples perspectives!
A name rests on some stone, Carved because someone cared enough when she was let go, She traces her finger on what used to be hers, She traces her finger on what used to be someone else’s soul. A name, that stays with her, When it’s mentioned, she sees it in her eyes, My mother, my friend, She prays that she’ll see her again. And what happens when they go, And you’re looking back at someone else’s skull, They used to be what made you want to live in this world, And now they’re somewhere above it, And so she sees her when she sleeps, And her face keeps her up in her dreams, I love you, I miss you, she writes, I love you, why’d you have to die? She wears a black dress and some pearls, Her heels hurt and it’s the same pair that made her yearn, For age, for maturity, But now she’s sitting at a case, And flowers are sent in a vase, They’re pink like the color that matched her eyes, They’re pink like the shoes she wore on a Saturday night, It’s my favorite color, wait, it only belonged to her, Because when she looked at her in that mirror, she felt blinded by that beauty that rested in her bones, But when she looked more clearer, she couldn’t see her anymore. And what happens when they go, And you’re looking back at someone you used to know, You can’t just paint a picture and expect them to reappear, But you can stare at pictures that you took on this sphere, They’re somewhere above it, Don’t you fear, So she sees her when she sleeps, And her face keeps her up in her dreams, She’s afraid to wake, and watch her walk away, She’s afraid to wake, and see her lips fade, I love you, I miss you, it’ll all be ok, But I still want to see you everyday, I love you, I miss you, write me a letter, It’ll make it all better, Close your eyes, and make a wish, And I’ll blow you a kiss, And I’ll give you this, Name on a stone, Of someone I called home, Of someone who had so much beauty in their bone, And why couldn’t she save it, And why couldn’t I save it, It’s lost between time and space. And he sees him when he sees the paper, And the words make him run away, As cigarette smoke clogs his nose, And makes his heart beat and break, As it reminds him of someone that carried him on his shoulders, When he hit age two, But it was too soon, I could’ve called him sooner, Name on a stone, Pick up the phone, Answer, just one more time, Answer, just one more question, What happened during all the wars and battles, I never knew you had your own, I never thought you wanted to take your own, And why couldn’t he save it, And why couldn’t he save it, It’s considered fate but it’s never too late, To look at the stars just to see someone else’s face, To look at the stars just to see a soul taken away. And she sees him when she looks at his picture, He wasn’t always sick, But when she says his name, it makes her sick, Because she wonders why she couldn’t save him, Because she wonders why she couldn’t save him, Because now he’s sitting in a case, And the flowers are rotting away, But the pain will always stay, Because the pain came when the beauty was taken away, That used to lay in someone else’s soul, That used to lay in someone else’s bones, Oh, why, couldn’t they stay, Oh, just to hear them say, I love you, I miss you, it’ll all be ok, You’ll always be my home, Even though you’re living by a stone, You’ll always be my home, Because when I say your name, it reminds me of the day I’ll hold you in my arms again. -“ the beauty that remains in the bone.”
