cliff jumping

If I was to hypothetically stand on this cliff would you stand with me, and if I was to hypothetically jump off it, would you jump too? Would you drive with me to the coast, my hairโ€™s falling down my back and itโ€™s as messy as my mind, I have no makeup on because you like my bare face and the freckles you can see on my skin that you usually canโ€™t under the makeup. You say you like my naked face, it makes me feel more human, you say I look beautiful and I know you mean it, because you canโ€™t stop kissing me. Iโ€™m sitting cross legged on your bed, hair tumbling over my shoulders as Iโ€™m trying to hide the dark circles under my eyes and the imperfections Iโ€™ve just uncovered with a makeup wipe, you turn around to talk to me and you donโ€™t end up finishing your sentence because you have to stop to tell me how pretty you think I am. I tell you to shut up, blush, fail to hide it as my skin is now exposed without cover, bury my head in your pillow. Would you drive with me in the rain, your hand on my leg as it always is, fingers tracing circles over my knee. We compared them yesterday, I said yours was smaller than mine, but then we sat side by side and I realised I was wrong. You stop to kiss me at traffic lights, I normally donโ€™t like public displays of affection, I get shy and wonder what other people are thinking. In this car itโ€™s just us though, and I forget about everything else. Weโ€™re driving far away, to the end of the world. We park at the edge of everything, walking down an empty beach with your hand in mine. Itโ€™s cold and you keep me warm. Iโ€™d rather be here than anywhere else. The sky is grey but the sea is warm, we get in and weโ€™re swimming and itโ€™s silly and I donโ€™t know why Iโ€™m here, why weโ€™re here, but it makes sense. Iโ€™m where Iโ€™m supposed to be.

If youโ€™re a bird, Iโ€™m a bird. I made you watch that film but we ended up distracted by other things instead. You liked the bird part though, mocked it, didnโ€™t fully understand it, but then you did. You say it as a joke with a hint of truth. If youโ€™re a bird Iโ€™m a bird. Would you fly off the edge with me?

6 thoughts on “cliff jumping

  1. arshia says:

    Chloe, your words feel like shining drops of morning dew on the bright green leaves of trees in a forest humming with life and magic. I really have no other words to describe how your writing makes me feel. I’m so glad I read this today!

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