The Book You Let Me Borrow We had good times you and I. We were happy for a time together. I painted beautiful images inspired by our love, and you wrote poetry of our passion. You're fingers were painted black from your fierce scribbling, and I had paint in my hair. Be that as it may, when we lay in the stillness, our busy thoughts melted away; into us.The Book You Let Me Borrow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We danced and sang in the sunlight. We held each other and whispered secret things in the darkness. We were at home in the tiny flat that inspired both of us. We fed off each other like fire and gasoline. I would watch you sleep while I painted, you would read your midnight ramblings to my thirsty heart as we lay naked on our bed. We were happy, for a while.
Then there came a time when your poetry stopped flowing. It was my fault my love I'm sorry. I was blocking your inspiration, suffocating your ideas. I stayed away to make you happy and you became suspicious. We yelled e