"I love you,"
in the darkness.
Maybe if summer
maybe then your
and those three words
can be the painter,
paint words on my lips.
will be the writer
and write kisses on your skin.
Marigolds.I bought the flowers
to put in your hair.
Now people are telling me
they'd look better
on your grave.
A Love Letter.Folded up
your heart is like a
forged ages ago
Encased in an
sealed in vermilion
was a letter
that you recklessly
But he was
and could not read
that coursed through
so he threw it
I happened across
some years back.
With cold fingers
I straightened the
and marveled at
the flawless script
have you awaited
to that beautiful
you so carelessly
Horology.Like a clock,
you said you'd wait
but I forgot
to replace the battery,
epitaphs don't count as love letters.he said my eyes
gasped like a dying breath
and he wasn't going to wait around
for the funeral.
midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my room
staring at your picture on my mirror
and wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as you
would ever love someone like me,
but then i remember
i think most people would call you a regret.you're the mistake i'd gladly make
for the rest of my life.
but i'm just a few saturday nights
back in november.
left.i just needed you to stay
but you couldn't hear me beg you,
because the world outside
was so damn loud.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breaths
as i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods
"where do you fall when you fall in love?"
and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.
lightening strikes to start a fire
and in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story.
"love," he says, "is the beautiful medication
that we drink to still our pain,
but often it is overdosed
and we always end up crashing
like a star falling from my sky."
as i watch the shadows dance about his face
aphrodite proudly walks to us
with her golden grace and emerald eyes.
"there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the sea
and it awaits young lovers there
where they drown for all eternity."
at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to us
from his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;
"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenched
and with heavy wings they cannot fly
so they suffocate the lovers."
with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
Unspoken.My words were
and I saw how
into your flawless, ivory
and wrecked your
But this damage
by the words that
left my lips,
but by the words
made it past my
pathological liarsI spin, spin,
on ballet toes,
but my balance is impaired.
I stumble over my own grace
like god is trying to trip me up.
please give me an example
of something that makes me worthwhile.
tonight the roads are winding.
my head is lolling
as I battle myself to keep my eyes open,
and all I can think about is how
the radio stations play
the same goddamn songs
a hundred times in a row.
monotony always frustrates me.
maybe that’s why we didn’t last.
are all carbon copies.
my tattoos frightened you;
you claimed that anything so damaging
shouldn’t be so permanent.
i got them all removed last week.
my arms are bare of ink.
i cut my hair short, shorter than yours,
gave myself a black eye
just to pretend there was a story behind it.
you wouldn’t recognize me anymore,
and I’m so happy I could cry.
you changed your mind, changed your sheets,
changed the woman you loved
like flicking off a switch.
I changed the locks, changed my
Take Me AwayThe day is dying,
And no one’s at my house
Except for me.
I see a black car pulling up in my driveway
And I already know who it is.
I close all the windows,
Slam the doors and lock them shut,
Turn off all the lights,
Shut off everything that makes light and sound,
And pretend no one is home.
It’s too late, though.
Because he comes out of the car.
And I already know who he is.
I can’t see his face,
He’s hiding it,
But I already know who he is.
He’s covered with an enormous black hooded robe,
Covering every part of his body,
But I already know who he is.
He’s carrying a weapon,
Bladed and swift,
And not the type usually used as a weapon.
It’s a scythe.
And that should be a dead giveaway.
He knocks on the door,
Slowly and loudly.
I don’t answer.
It doesn’t matter,
That I don’t answer,
Because he pushes it down.
Because nothing can get in his way.
He finds me and beckons forth
For me to follow hi
astrology.i never wanted to be an
until I fell in love
with those constellations,
freckled about your face.
Promises.Make me a promise,
And swear you’ll never break it.
Take an oath tonight,
And honor it forever.
I’ll die for you,
If you’ll live for me.
not fade awayTwisted up in a trap of I.V.s,
she withered and withered away.
Disease stole her lively light
from the sickbed where she lay.
A month before she perished,
I think she might have said,
"I know that I am dying, sure,
but dying's not the same as dead."
MemoriesIt’s funny how I will forget
These things that haven’t happened yet.
Time goes on from days to years
Happy smiles, and bitter tears,
Memories of what’s to come,
A happy tune that I will hum
Friends that come and friends that go,
Sunshine rays and dull moon glow.
Warm embraces and shoves away,
What I think and what I say.
The building blocks that make up me,
Events and thoughts and what’s to be…
All these things, alive and dead,
From the heart, and in the head,
From the future and in the past,
Those memories…. May they last.
==// What Happened to Taking Chances? //==This was obviously meant to happen.
I'll tell myself this again and again;
nothing can change.
No, nothing WILL change.
There was a time when I thought I OWNED this new world,
but as always, I took my chances.
Rolled the dice too many times.
But I lost over and over again.
My luck always hit rock bottom
when I thought that it had been MAXED out.
What happened to being a risk taker?
It died out, along with all my other dreams.
I can't bear to see any romantic JOY
it reminds me too much of last year;
and how everyone suffered
while I thrived.
I'll feel the remorse I didn't know I could feel.
I'll cry even though
I should be happy for my other friends' happiness.
So what did happen to taking chances?
I failed because of you,
both of you.
But that's quite alright.
Because I'd like to say thank you,
for being the most loyal friends I've had.
Being honest when it would be easier to lie
and not hiding what I'd only find out.
Telling me because I'm your friend,
It Hurts You Know...Everyone agrees I would've been better with him.
And that what you did was wrong.
I reacted badly.
But at least I did admit it.
Trust me sweetie,
I've been in a relationship that I thought was real,
and I know what happens when no one's looking.
I also know what it's like to be on the outside;
to want your friends boyfriend more than she wants him.
You wouldn't understand,
you never will.
You can get any guy in the world,
but you just so happened to choose him,
who I just happened to be head over heels for.
Can you feel my envy
trying to rip your "love" away?
I wanted him for the longest time,
isn't it funny that you never had a chance to tell me that?
Oh wait, that's right.
You "loved him" right after he asked you out,
which also just happens to be the day after you were dumped.
Hm, that seems legitimate, right?
I know I'm being lied to when people say you love him.
I know you don't.
If you loved him, I would've known about it first,
before you knew about my feelings.
lessons in rising abovemy spine cracks from where
you once snapped vertebrae; I
turned my back on you.
Romano x Reader: Crazy (1)He has always intrigued me.
Ever since the first encounter, I've spent hours with him, trying to figure him out.
I have been called a child prodigy by some. Music, math, arts, writing; you name it, I've attempted it.
And not just in school. Fencing, tennis, judo, soccer, dance, javelin, archery, track, theater; I've done them all and not only triumphed, but excelled, putting in 110%.
The point is, I'm rather smart.
I've always been pretty good at reading people just by watching how they talk, interact,dress, their body movements, facial expressions; the world is a giant library, each person a book for me to peruse at my leisure.
But not him.
He is the one person, the single novel that rests on a high self, too far up for me to grab, even with the assistance of chairs and ladders. heck, I can't even see the damn bindings of this mysterious piece of literature. He sits up there, taunting and teasing me,laughing at my foolish attempts to get my hands on him.
And I hate it.
It eats away
Acceptance Letter.DEAR Parents of _________,
We hear by send you this letter as a letter of approval for your daughter/son, ________ to enroll in to THE WORLD HERITAGE ACADEMY OF CULTURAL INTERACTIONS.
The Semester starts on the First of September.
All students can bring:
• Backpack with school supplies.
• Enrollment letter and ID
• Three Formal attires
• Casual clothes
• Uniforms (order on school website.)
• Phone, Laptop, or any electronic device of communication.
• We allow weapons if you are taking self-defense lessons
• Money (in any currency)
• Pets are allowed but we ask you to keep them separated
Rules will we stated at the freshman ordination.
My history teacher is a country!Reader chapter 1You woke up to a dreadful and horrifying noise known as your alarm. Realising that it was a school day, you groan and hesitate to get out of bed, but do it anyway. The bed creaks as your bare feet touch the cold floor and even more so when you lift yourself up. Maybe you shouldn't of watched THAT many episodes of hetalia last night. Feet thudding on the floor, you get yourself ready.
You come down the stairs, still tired, and get some breakfast. Since the house is silent you hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. Looking up at it, you are going to be late, as usual.
" great. Another lecture from the head, probably"
rushing to finish, you pick up your bag and take a quick look in the mirror as you leave. Seeing your (H/L) , (H/C) hair, messy and covering over your (E/C) doesn't help increase your confidence going to school, let alone being late.
As you enter, the halls are eerily quiet and quite creepy, you think. Quickly rushing to your class, history, it seems as though you won't
WhyEverything must come to an end
The worst times
Become the best times
The best times
Become the worst times
Why must this happen?
How can I say goodbye
Why must I say goodbye
You promised I wouldn't
You swore it to me
Together forever you said
Hand in hand
Conquering the world together
Now we are apart
Separated from each other
The world has conquered us
Our memories shattered
Never being together
You lied to me
You said no matter what
It was our motto
It was our song
It made the bad go away
The impossible seemed possible
You kissed me on the head
Whispered you loved me
Promised to stand by me
Dreamed of a better tomorrow
Never saying goodbye
Yet here I stand
Watching our life shatter
The promises breaking
My heart crumbling
Here I stand
Numb and cold
Staring at you
As you lay there
Did you not know?
You said you'd never make me cry
Never leave me alone
You said you'd protect me
Never abandon me
You said my happiness mattered
Never hurt me