You Wept
by johannespunkt
You wept. Who even weeps anymore? I bawl or tear up or cry, once I even blubbered, but you wept. This is exactly analogous to that time you caressed my skin when I thought you would stroke my chin or pet my hair. You’re from another time, another world. You called me dashing, when I’m nothing above handsome, am I? Am I? I don’t want to make love to you, I want blinding sex, I want a good shag, I want to fuck you, but you wrap your legs around me lovingly and I don’t know how to correct you.
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More from the archives. Something about the spiderweb of connotations and me learning how to write, and how to love. They’re the same thing probably.
Johannes Punkt’s Flaskpost 
Ach <3
How about adding its companion piece too? :)
Well, I don’t really see them as companion pieces as you suggested, and I feel less happy with that one is all. I’m glad you like it, though.
Haha nice piece, creative, different.
This is a really cool one, illustrates the power of language choice highly effectively while also telling a story.
Thank you, I am glad you like it. :) It’s weird but kind of comforting to see how little my core beliefs about writing have changed since I wrote this.