avatar_Elia Selvaggio

My angel close your eyes I'll be your lover tonight

Started by Elia Selvaggio, Mar 29, 2019, 02:48 PM

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All that because of me?

...can I show you something I made?

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It's not very good, but...

You make it seem so
exciting
You come alive when you're doing it, so I gave it a go too

...I suppose you were my muse that time. haha...

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You're wrong. It is very good.

I feel something when I look at it. It's chaos and passion and a little bit of fear. But there's something in the core that feels... lost, somehow. No, not lost... sacrifice. A desire to give in and bring in but something is still holding the spirit back. That's what I feel.

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Bloody hell
You got all of that from one painting??!

You're amazing, you know that? You're incredible.

I left it behind the sofa. It's
For you. And me. It's us.

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Haha mi amore, it's my life's blood.
Trust me, it's beautiful in a sad sort of way.

Do you see us that way?

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You were definitely born to be an artist...

Beautiful but sad... That feels like us.
And I don't know why but I can't stop thinking about you behind that easel, painting away like a madman.

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Don't think about the future. Just live in the now.
Every time I think about the future...
Let's just not

And that's a good thing isn't it? Do you miss my painting?

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I do

It's crazy but I do miss you and your painting. Even when you get angry, it's
You

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I know it sounds overly and stupidly dramatic but I miss you every second you're gone.

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Hahaha! It does sound dramatic love! Now I feel like I shouldn't even leave the house or you might fall apart...

I've never met anybody like you.
I wish we could've met much sooner. Much much much sooner

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I won't fall apart. I'm not that fragile, I promise.

I wonder if our young selves would have felt the same.
What kind of kid were you?
What kind of teenager were you?

I was troublesome and troubled. I suppose most artists say that. >.>

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I'll put you together if you fall apart on me. ;) I worked a year at a carpenter's, I'm good at that.

I suppose people would say that I was troubled too. My dad, he drank. He was a vile man when he hit the bottle, so I ran. It was hard for me to trust anybody and I suppose I didn't want to be close to anyone, either.

But I wasn't a delinquent! Danny helped me loads. I owe him more than I can even say, really.

I was lonely. Just lonely. I did a lot of silly things too. Nearly got myself killed a bunch of times.

Why were you rebellious? You had money, didn't you? And you've no brothers or sisters, you told me that before. No one to compete with you?

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Dads.... Fathers.... What are they really good for except being the first to break our hearts?
My father didn't drink excessively--only wine at parties and he was a dainty sipper.
But he was a strict Catholic man and he didn't appreciate my ah, flair for the dramatics.
First time he saw me in a skirt, he about beat my ass to the bone.

Do you know, in a fit of rage, he came into my room and slashed every painting and crushed every sculpture? It broke me apart. I've never been so angry. I've never been so sad.

That's when I left home. And I believe we're the same in that we nearly got ourselves killed.
I didn't know there was somebody worth waiting for so I just... wanted it to end.

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All because you were trying to be you? Because you're a little different?

My father was religious too. The whole family was, really, and it took over their lives. It became more about bending people to their version of the world than about forgiveness and acceptance.

I think we would've gotten along.
And I like you in a skirt. I like you with lipstick on. I like you in trousers.

I don't know if you believe in the after-life or reincarnation or all that jazz, love, but... come find me.
You have to get to me first in the next life.