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I would be lying if I said that I didn't
Think of you every time I close my eyes,
That my mind doesn't wander to thoughts
Of you whenever I'm lonely,
That I don't whisper your name
While I sleep.
Truth be told, I am inevitably in love with you.
In a way that makes my heart skip a beat every time
I see you smile, every time I hear you laugh.
It's the fact that I still get butterflies whenever
You lightly whisper my name in my ear
That lets me know we are something more.
Nothing has ever seemed so comforting than
The feeling of your arms wrapped around my waist.
I smile up to you as we share a brief connection of
Soft lips and grazing teeth that makes me swoon.
Believe me when I say that I think of you
Every time I close my eyes,
That my mind always wanders to thoughts
Of you when I'm lonely,
That I whisper your name while I sleep.
Believe me when I say that I love you,
That there's nowhere I'd rather be
Than with you.
AddictionYour words can make me soar,
But with your silence I grow distraught.
Any day spent with you is prayed for more,
And no matter where or who I'm with your always in my thought.
I know your sometimes bad for me,
With your stubborn, apparent ways.
Although you always bring me glee,
You set my heart ablaze.
Who could know what kind of side effect,
You plan to bring me next.
I don't care because to me your perfect,
In every one of your steps.
(Even your flaws are perfect..) (sometimes)
I hope we'll always be together,
Because I've become addicted to you.
whispers of sweet chaos.You broke the silence
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
And my brain shot to overdrive
Because of those unexpected words.
Your murmurs sent shivers down my spine.
They filled my brain with thoughts of "what ifs?".
(Simple questions I was always afraid to ask.)
And yet you answered them all in that one moment.
This. This is what it's meant to feel like.
Not the overwhelming melancholy
I had always predicted.
Not anymore, my dear.
You shook my shoulders until I listened.
It seemed like eons in my brain
Until I accepted your words of truth.
You do love me.
You said so in bounds of chaotic whispers.
Heartbreak...HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEEL
How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I'm waiting outside to tell you you're lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I'm laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death
Hold out. It's such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don't at all.
It's the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my tongue for way too long.
Smiling as I raise my head and softly ask how was your day and I'll sleep on the couch at night, I'll even stay out of your way, I'll keep you safe when you are not, I'll keep you warm when you are cold, I'll wake you up at 2 am just to tell you that I care.
I find solace in the curves of your hips, I think you're beautiful even tho
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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