Wild, weighted, wanting.

Understanding was more than words. In the last moments before her death.

Flickers of love

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Descendants of make-believe

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on impact

Oneshot

Let yourself speak

I should have loved my mother more.

Listen

don't let them slip away

you bought them all

.

winds safe to sea

let me feel your breath

You are so, so loved.

Through her struggle to love and be loved, a young girl finds strength, at last, in someone she least expected. Suicidal themes. Oneshot. Criticism is appreciated.

"This is our circadian rhythm, darling, it is a habitual love."

some hear the moon dripping silver, as her loneliness stretches beyond the treetops.

i think your lies have broken us

don't call her a whore, babe, 'cause it's a profession and you're in love

and i am head-over-heels in lust with you

because now, not even the trees can hear you screaming

she sings a riddle that even she cannot understand.

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always put me to sleep in tears.

it starts as a feeling--then grows into a passion.

they blend. Like coffee and chocolate.

with me, until we just can't play anymore.

reminds me of porcelain red artist's plates.

a reason to continue on for her.

the train left with your soul today.

hush little baby, don't say a word. shut your lips and you won't be heard...

my tears went 'splash'

I will tell you stories of mirrored edges... reflections that shaped our l.i.e ...

he dies in the end

I don't think it was ever about you

I lied when I said it wasn't your fault

Little fish ain't supposed to fly with dolphins.

I promised him I would

my lips were numb there after

Your tears could heal my bleeding wounds, but I only felt whole when I was burning.

.

and he'd take off flying. Again.

because i don't want to see me cry

to make this work

until I was weak

licking the edges of my center of gravity

just to mend his bones

It was just a game... yet her feet couldn’t seem to move her away fast enough.

with a problem and food

she is beautiful

please don't catch me

I'm going insane

even if it kills me

they should be worth crying over

on top of the world

And as I turned, I tried to imagine that he had heard me speak the truth. I tried to imagine him smiling behind me, happy about what I had done. But even I could not convince myself of that. I was falling in love. Again.