Jorja_Rain
Lab Technician
This thread is for all your slash poems, male or female 
. Or anything else that does not fit into the category of short story/fanfic.
Here we go, this was intended to be Sara's point of view, but basically it could be anyone's:
We Were Friends Once
There you were
In front of me
In my dreams
Where you will be
It doesn’t feel like the two or three years it’s been since we last spoke but rather like two weeks ago. Maybe three.
The wounds haven’t healed yet, I guess. I thought they did but that was before the dreams.
The dreams are the worst, they make me uncomfortable even though we’re always friends in them. They slightly vary, sometimes I apologize, sometimes you do, there are even dreams where we both say sorry. I like to think those are the dreams that one day might come true.
I have other dreams, though. Dreams in which nothing has ever come in between us, nothing has ever happened to make us end up where we have. I like those dreams the most, they remind me of how I’d always wanted things to be. All I ever wanted was to be your friend.
But somehow you never let me in. Not completely, I guess. We were close, we shared a lot, but that wasn’t enough, at least not for me. There was a distance between us, a bridge we never crossed, invisible to others, but very palpable to me. I believe it was that last step we never took that let us fall apart eventually.
I thought the wounds were healed when I stopped thinking about you during the day. But wounds never do heal easily, especially the ones I carried. I could hide them, camouflage the bruises you had left on me. I was convinced they would heal underneath the glossy cover-up, hidden from the world.
I was wrong.
The dreams made me realize that whatever fancy makeup one used, it would have to come off eventually. You can’t wear it forever and once the remainders are scrubbed off, all the flaws you hid will be stronger, worse than ever before.
So there are two choices left. You can nourish the bruises, treat them, pamper them and hope they will vanish over time.
Or you can learn to live with the scars.
One day you might accept them as part of yourself, a reminder of where you’ve been and where you never want to go again. They will remind you to take care of yourself, now that you know you bruise easily.
I pray the dreams will stop eventually, I have run out of cover-up. I want to face the world, you, everybody that I left behind without these hideous marks all over my body. I could live with the scars, I’m sure. But for the wounds to turn into scars the dreams would have to subside. Each dream pulls at my skin, what little has healed is torn open again, left even more vulnerable.
Then you are here. There are no words spoken, I just pull you into my arms and make you stay. We both hold each other, finding comfort in the warm embrace. My skin almost immediately reacts to the softness of your touch, your fingers on my arm, my face. The bruises are all gone, vanished into thin air. It was you they needed, nobody else but you could heal them.
I wish I had known this before it was too late. I wake up, drenched in sweat, the covers rumpled around me. I gambled but the stakes were too high. You have left, never to return. I know that I have lost my only chance to heal. Closure will never be mine.
. Or anything else that does not fit into the category of short story/fanfic.Here we go, this was intended to be Sara's point of view, but basically it could be anyone's
:We Were Friends Once
There you were
In front of me
In my dreams
Where you will be
It doesn’t feel like the two or three years it’s been since we last spoke but rather like two weeks ago. Maybe three.
The wounds haven’t healed yet, I guess. I thought they did but that was before the dreams.
The dreams are the worst, they make me uncomfortable even though we’re always friends in them. They slightly vary, sometimes I apologize, sometimes you do, there are even dreams where we both say sorry. I like to think those are the dreams that one day might come true.
I have other dreams, though. Dreams in which nothing has ever come in between us, nothing has ever happened to make us end up where we have. I like those dreams the most, they remind me of how I’d always wanted things to be. All I ever wanted was to be your friend.
But somehow you never let me in. Not completely, I guess. We were close, we shared a lot, but that wasn’t enough, at least not for me. There was a distance between us, a bridge we never crossed, invisible to others, but very palpable to me. I believe it was that last step we never took that let us fall apart eventually.
I thought the wounds were healed when I stopped thinking about you during the day. But wounds never do heal easily, especially the ones I carried. I could hide them, camouflage the bruises you had left on me. I was convinced they would heal underneath the glossy cover-up, hidden from the world.
I was wrong.
The dreams made me realize that whatever fancy makeup one used, it would have to come off eventually. You can’t wear it forever and once the remainders are scrubbed off, all the flaws you hid will be stronger, worse than ever before.
So there are two choices left. You can nourish the bruises, treat them, pamper them and hope they will vanish over time.
Or you can learn to live with the scars.
One day you might accept them as part of yourself, a reminder of where you’ve been and where you never want to go again. They will remind you to take care of yourself, now that you know you bruise easily.
I pray the dreams will stop eventually, I have run out of cover-up. I want to face the world, you, everybody that I left behind without these hideous marks all over my body. I could live with the scars, I’m sure. But for the wounds to turn into scars the dreams would have to subside. Each dream pulls at my skin, what little has healed is torn open again, left even more vulnerable.
Then you are here. There are no words spoken, I just pull you into my arms and make you stay. We both hold each other, finding comfort in the warm embrace. My skin almost immediately reacts to the softness of your touch, your fingers on my arm, my face. The bruises are all gone, vanished into thin air. It was you they needed, nobody else but you could heal them.
I wish I had known this before it was too late. I wake up, drenched in sweat, the covers rumpled around me. I gambled but the stakes were too high. You have left, never to return. I know that I have lost my only chance to heal. Closure will never be mine.
