Sucker Love

[Echoed]

When is it ever worth it?


Voiceless fingers trace her throat as she smiles into his eyes.
The distance is closing and her lips are soon pressed to his
strong jaw, drawing lace on his skin. The corner of his mouth
curls, strands of his hair veiling that soulful gaze.


When will you ever look at me?


There is laughter that melts into the air, drifting so languidly,
much like their roving hands. Where she ends, he starts; it's a
circle that could only grow stronger. Cupping her chin in his
palm, his thumb brushes over petal lips.


When would you reach out to me?


Her beautiful eyes turn away from him, and she sees me.
But I'm watching him. I'm biting my tongue. I want to be in
those arms. That mouth should be mine to kiss. My gaze
reluctantly falls back to her and she smirks at me.


It's never worth it. I'm never worth it.


"Sucker love is heaven sent.

Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
'Cause there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you."


[Bleed this silence from my heart,
Tear me down, tear me apart.]


I'm counting cracks in the sidewalk...


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I got bored. *Cough.* ^_^' Stuff in dark blue and quotation marks is from Placebo. Yay!

~Echo-Noct.

[Kappa]

Good to read. >D Hard to understand. *Sits still and reads again.*

[QueenBee]

Wow.. I felt like that two months ago.. damn jealousy. :/

[skrtfntcwu]

... i'm dissapointed that the chick didn't want the other chick :P

[Echoed]

For whatever reason, all your comments highly amuse me. ^_^' (Well, except for queenie, 'cause, yeah, jealousy would suck. I have no idea how it feels like though. LOL.)

Thanks for reading. It's appreciated. ^_^ (And it's okay if none of you have any idea what it's about. I tend not to make sense.)

~Echo.

[QueenBee]

Come oooon Echoed and be a little human :p
Mmyea whatever. Lol.

[Echoed]

Human? Nah, from what I recall from a certain thread, I'm a one-eyed, alien-fingered, faceless thing. *Laughs.*

I'm writing about human emotion. Or... something. I dunno. My ideas are too obscure and/or abstract to be of any use. Hee. ^-^'

Anywho.

~Echo.

[Uhaku]

Originally posted by skrtfntcwu
... i'm dissapointed that the chick didn't want the other chick :P


u ruined the moment for the poem! lol.

anyway, it was beautifully described, Ec. :)

[Echoed]

Who says she was after the guy anyway? I ain't never specified. ^_~

Thanks, uhaku. :D

~Echo.

[YLuelniaa]

that was...i dont know how to describe it...but definitely..beyond my grasp

[Echoed]

Lol. Thanks for reading, YLuelniaa. As I've said before, it's all good; I tend to make no sense. :P

Eh.

(I should stop writing.)

~Echo.

[pacmangirl]

Sad... know much too well how she feels... pain sucks.

Oh and Placebo rocks :yes:

[Uhaku]

Originally posted by Echoed
from what I recall from a certain thread, I'm a one-eyed, alien-fingered, faceless thing. *Laughs.*

yup, ur description is so good, i could totally see an E.T sitting, pouting, driven mad by jealousy. :D

[Echoed]

Originally posted by uhaku
yup, ur description is so good, i could totally see an E.T sitting, pouting, driven mad by jealousy. :D

Fantastic. (Yes, this would be sarcasm.) :P

Get back to either dissin', not understanding or blinking at what I wrote. Lol. Don't be doin' stuff at me. *Laughs.*

~Echo.

[KillaQueen]

Originally posted by uhaku
yup, ur description is so good, i could totally see an E.T sitting, pouting, driven mad by jealousy. :D

LLLLLLLLLMMMMMMAAAAAOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! :laugh: :lol: :laugh: :lol:

ok, sorry for intruding... *walks away dying of laughter* :eek: :hmmm: :laugh:

[Echoed]

*Just laughs.* I'm glad I'm the source of so much entertainment. :done:

I aim to please. *Chuckles.*

~Echo.

[KillaQueen]

omg, sorry, Echo :lalala: you know me loves you ;)
but i just can't... i just... i am sorry, it's just the whole E.T. thing has me in stitches... *cracks up while wiping away a tear* :laugh:

[Echoed]

What's to apologize for? It's all comedy. ^-^

Anywho, as I've mentioned, diss me or dismiss me, but don't get off track. Just get off my alien humpback!

~Echo.

[prostrel]

Autsh, bad sentence, very bad. If that thought ever comes to my mind, it is a signal for me to jump off the highest bridge without parachute or any kind of rope. What is left any more, when I`m thinking I`m not worth to love, not worth to be loved?

[Echoed]

What's left when one is not worth to love, to be loved?

Me.

*Dramatic pause!*

Ahem. Sorry. Kidding. ^_^' I have a dark sort of humour sometimes? *Cough!*

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"There is an ease in my soul that mocks the frivolous. Where my heart clenches and fears for things that might never come, I feel the urge to laugh at myself. You would think it facile of me to mourn rather than find mirth. But it is everything but sad. Or it is simply so sad that it must be funny? We should laugh. Laugh with me, would you? It would make me smile.

Non, je n'ai pas peur. Mais, j'aimerais mieux qu'on ne se laisse pas."
21st of May, 2002.

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Doot, doo, doo.

~Echo.

[Silenced Sonix]

You're still up to it... Good stuff, though.

[prostrel]

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Echoed
[B]What's left when one is not worth to love, to be loved?

Me.

Comforting to know! Now there is an ease in my soul. I don` t even know, where that highest bridge is... :)

We should laugh. Laugh with me, would you? It would make me smile.

I can laugh with you (with a single tear in the corner of my eye). Laugh is my other nature. And the third one is... Is there better place than Laugh, when you want to hide or escape? It`s my best hide-out.

[Silenced Sonix]

Gods, we're getting nice and soppy here, aren't we...

[prostrel]

Oh, I found an other place to escape, it`s called Writing. I envy those who can write. They can ease themselves by writing. We others who can`t write, just have to use other methods like cursing, drinking our heads off or hurting other people and reassuring ourselves that it makes us to feel better. But thank God, we have at least 1 good method left: to listen Tatu and discuss them (in a good company). :)

[Silenced Sonix]

Hopefully the conversation doesn't just center around bust-line measurements...

[nath]

you have something of very beautiful in your йcriture..Echo... I adore your style..vraiment.. I don't know why I like a book or not, with my head... I know it because the writing touches me or not... and your writing touches me..continue always to write.

[Echoed]

prostel, I'd have to agree. Writing is fantastic. ^-^ I'm a terribly happy person though. LOL. I write sheer fiction all the time. ^_^' Eep.

So, Silent... What's YOUR bust-line measurement? *Waggles eyebrows.* Ahem. Let's try to stay on topic. *Laughs.*

Ah, merci, nathalie! J'apprйcie bien tes mots. ^_^

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This

There's this unspeakable heaviness in my ribs. I can't
stop from tearing up. Moist cheeks ripped apart. And I can't
understand why it rushes by me with such intensity. Only to
leave me breathless and aching in the following seconds. I
don't know what to think, I don't want to think. This is
something that I hate, but that I want to live again. Only
because it is different. I want to be different. But I'm not. I'm
just another pair of blind eyes in a sea of mouthless hearts. I'm
another mistake. That most perfect flaw.
23rd of November, 2002

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Golly gee, I'm recycling old stuff. I'm like t.A.T.u.! *Gasp!* (Not really. ^_^' Just kidding. Don't kill me! *Pops in everything t.A.T.u.-related to listen to for the 32409th time.* :P The music is addictive. So sue me. Well, don't really, I'm broke poor. -_-)

~Echo.

[Silenced Sonix]

GHAAARGH! Bustl;ines! I'm a guy - I don't have that type of bustline! *runs around and ends up with head stuck in closet door* Hmm, now I have to come out of the closet, unfortunately...