The Heat of Love Options

[xTINAA]

I'm not sure if I really like the title. I just came up with something quickly...If you think of something better, please let me know!

Anyway, this is just a little something I wrote but to be honest I don't really like it and I think it's pretty choppy. I'm not sure if it will really make sense either. It needs more work for sure. I just want some constructive criticism though, on what is bad about it and how you think it could be fixed. Thanks.

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I feel the sun beating down me and wind moving across my face. The heat is terrible but the slight breeze makes it more bearable. One hour is all I have. One hour to myself, just for me. I don’t know where I’m going. I’m simply going just to go, to get away. The music is loud but not loud enough to drown out my thoughts, thoughts about him. “Every time I think about you, you just drive me crazy, I can’t get you off of my mind…” I can hear the song, the lyrics…I start to tear up. God, how I miss him and love him. I just wish he could see.

The road is long and narrow. I take it with no clue as to where it leads. I look around and see only open spaces. I can barely see though, the sun is so bright and shines in my eyes. Squinting with tears flowing, I can still feel the wind slowly blowing. I know the mountains are behind me and in front I only see the long, straight road. The heat is so immense that it all is hazy but it doesn’t really matter. I’m seeing everything and not seeing anything at all.

Aimlessly driving, I only watch the time and think of him. The warmth of the sun and the wind caressing my arms makes me long for his touch. My back starts to stick to my thin cotton shirt. Beads of sweat form but it doesn’t stir my thoughts. “Don’t understand why we can’t go on and on, don’t understand why you don’t belong in my arms…” Tears streaming down feel cool on my face with the wind gently wiping them away. The pain is too much, like the heat.

With no real destination down the long road, I close my eyes to soak up the heat, to feel the wind, to listen…I only close them for a few moments but it feels good. I look out and see the yellow on the pavement going and going. I’m going and going. My thoughts of him, of me, of us still going and going…

Somehow the mountains end up in front of me. Nevertheless, I can make out the road ahead of me, it doesn’t seem to end. Neither does the heat which pierces me even as the constant breeze brushes the hair into my eyes. “I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me, there’s a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree…” All I focus on is him. “Anyone who can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you, anyone who can reach you, can love you, or leave you…” Why did he leave me? I question as the tears come out harder now.

Soon there are no more open spaces and the unfamiliar quickly becomes familiar. Perfect timing as my hour was soon to be up. Coming through the neighborhood, memories of us flood my thoughts continuously. I can’t control these tears or how I feel. As I get out of the car I realize the heat and feel that there was no wind at all.

[*islandgirl4eva*]

I already told you this, but I wanted to leave it here so if and when you look back, you'll see how I feel.

Yes, it is a bit rough around the edges, but I can tell that it was how you were feeling. You have this ability to tap into deep and dark places and air it out for us to see. Fueled by your intense pain it made this piece that much more of a good read.

I won't tell you not to cry. I know it helps, sometimes. Just know that I'm always here for you, pretty girl.