💔 The silence would smell like blossoming birches Behind your house Like incense sticks Which your mother was obsessed with Whose scent suffocated me in every room

💔 The silence would smell like your barley hair During scalding sunny days Like caramel nostalgia Of a few minutes at the station Like your perfume and stolen kisses

❤️‍🩹 Silence would smell like a meadow full of dandelions Where we just stopped laughing and looked at each other With eyes full of love and wonder How is it possible to feel so safe? So beloved

this wasn’t written in English, I translated it from Czech and it sounds a bit weird now but I love it anyway

You didn’t hear me When I needed your help the most And most definitely Didn’t want to hear how much I was lost

You didn’t hear me When I told you what I feel The side that was ugly Didn’t want to hear what he did to me

Can you hear me now? You must, only because You lost the star of your show That’s what hurts the most

Still I doubt you would listen

I’m sorry but I find myself just unable of writing poems in English

It started innocently. Normal Friday evening, which we spent together out of obligation. The other days we each did what we wanted and with whom we wanted, but Fridays were a necessary burden. Neither of us ever loved the other, but we were forced to stay together. It was an arranged marriage. On the surface, we played the perfect couple, every Friday we posted photos together from our dates on Instagram. We hardly saw each other for the rest of the week.

We sat across from each other at the kitchen table. Craig left the dinner I made on the table. "I'm a vegetarian, I've been telling you for a while now." Yes, sometimes I purposely cooked food that he wouldn't eat. Just to piss him off. He is drowning in money, so he can order something else. I will not be his maid.

"What are we actually going to do today?" Craig wondered. "We can play truth or dare, but no truths. I don't care about your bullshit.” I watched with amusement as he blushed. I have to admit that he is not ugly, on the contrary. But he has no personality. "Why though? I can't even put that on Instagram." "Whoever refuses the last dare must do whatever the other asks. Or are you afraid?” "Fine, come up with a dare."

“Eat that steak.” He looked at me in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" When I didn't say anything, he sighed in annoyance. He didn't want to fail the first dare, so he actually ate the steak with tears in his eyes. I felt like a bad person for a moment. “Just wait,” he muttered to himself. "I will take revenge on you for this." He thought for a while, and after a while mischievous sparks danced in his eyes. "Break up with that lover of yours." I raised my eyebrows. If he thinks I care about this guy, he's wrong. I just kept him longer than the others.

After a very short and concise phone call, I was already smiling at him like a beast. "Post some bad photo of yourself on Instagram, I'll choose it myself." For a while it looked like he was going to give up, but in the end he accomplished the dare. He really got into that game after it. "Go on the street and kiss the first guy you see." Fortunately, it was quite a handsome man, albeit very confused. I walked back to the apartment with long steps.

Then it was my turn. "Pretend you're crazy on the street." "Ask someone how to get to Santa Claus." "That was pretty embarrassing dare, can’t you think of something original? I have a better one now. You drink three shots of vodka and drive to the police station. Back home from there.” "Only if you come with me. And you'll have a shot."

I thought I got him already. We both drank and got into the car. I started to get a little scared, I didn't expect him to accept the challenge. But the vodka dulled my senses. It wasn't long before Craig's car was off the road. We staggered out of it. I thought the car was going to explode like in the movies. Nothing happened. Suddenly I felt Craig's lips on mine. He was a great kisser, I must admit. I never kissed him before except our wedding.

"What was that supposed to be?" I fumed when the kiss ended. "You have to fulfill what I want. I think I won. I broke my car because of you.” "You can probably say that. But you should have asked me in advance.” "Can I kiss you?" "I think so."

I'm waking up from a dream. I feel like I'm leaving something beautiful because it was a good dream and I have to abandon it before I am ready. Why actually? I hear some strange sound. Like breaking glass. Uneasily, I turn to my other side, but the cracking doesn't stop. Annoyed, I get out of bed and look for the source. It doesn't take me too long. My dragon egg is cracking on the workbench. That day has finally arrived!

I dance madly around the room. I am the first of the year to have a dragon hatch. No one else has been this lucky so far. I've never been first in anything in my life, until now. The sweet dream is forgotten, the reality is immediately much more beautiful.

I stop fooling around and start watching the eggs hatch. The shell cracks, falls in several places... A baby dragon suddenly peeks out from an egg as big as a sweet melon, small pieces of shell still stuck to its body. He is as black as night and his violet eyes look at me trustingly. Soft sounds pour from the beak.

Today I became a mother in a way. As dragon riders, we dedicate our lives fully to our dragon, as mothers do to their children. "Your name will be Araken," I whispered, gently stroking his scales with my finger. “You will be the strongest dragon of all because you are the oldest. And I will become the best rider for you.”

At that moment, Araken shook off the remains of the shells and stretched his tiny limbs. It was magical.

Until the moment when he sprinted to the window sill with lightning speed and threw himself out of my window that was open for the night. We live on the eighth floor.

By ki**ing himself on the day of his birth, Araken destroyed all hope of me becoming a dragon rider. You're assigned one egg on your fifteenth birthday, and if anything happens to your dragon, you're screwed.

I left town before my parents woke up. I can't live in a town where everyone I know will witness my failure. I'm going to move somewhere else and become a drugstore saleswoman or something.

The question remains, why did the cursed beast do it, why did he ki** himself? He was alive for about a minute. Maybe he just wanted to mess with somebody. Maybe he didn't like his name. Or my face. Ingrate.

if this is too dark, I’m sorry, I wanted to do a little plot twist