Dead Poets Club ✓

iii. WHOLE (terzo)

DEAD POETS CLUB ACT. III

slowly, let's set the scene now /

a girl / on a cast iron chair / two picked roses on the table / a crackerjack ring on her finger / with the words i love you traced on the roof of her mouth / and she finally believes them /

a boy / comfortable in his own skin / his heart a balcony door open and swinging in the dawn / a crackerjack ring on his finger / saying the words i love you that make him a man and don't sound like a warning anymore / and now he knows why he's gotten so much taller than his father /

he wanted only her beside him today / not his dead poet boys / because it's time to outgrow an era of himself / to sleep open-eyed, alive underneath the sun and finally feel the warmth / to let the day be the only thing breaking across his heart /

scene change now /

naked in the bed with the fan on high / two iphones long dead on the nightstand / spiacente, ma la televisione non ha segnale qua / his father can't reach him even by mail here / she presses her lips to his tears / amore / sweetheart / he cries for her and she lives for him /

naked / draped in only a scent / a touch / a satin silence / two slices of horizon on their tongues / no road / no gears / no shifts / no running /

the ferrari sits unused in their driveway now /

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finished 28 april, 2018

thank you so much to everyone who has helped me, this story was asking for closure and i needed to give it. time to move on to new things <3