
the heart is wanting, the heart is not a metaphor/pillowbook.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 17 - Words: 3,405 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-08-13 - Published: 10-21-12 - id: 3067556
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his eyes were the color of
forget-me-nots
and desperation
and she is buried too deep
in yesterday
to look for
tomorrow
the silent places
in her bones
are filled with
inadequacy
all of her mirrors
are shattered
and all of
her thoughts
are hydrochloric
he tells her that
she's amazing
(she doesn't believe him,
but it makes her smile anyways.)
A/N: She lives through what she writes.
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