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I hope I don't harm you. You or your heart or your beautiful eyes. I hope you don't think unkindly of yourself, and you learn to look at your gazing face in the reflecting, silver glass and be able to see strength in your warm eyes. I hope I don't worry you. You or your heart or your darling thoughts. I hope you don't strain the ends of your meditating silence, and you grow to see the world in shades of the softest hues and splashes of charming color. I hope I don't burn you. You or your heart or your trusting arms. I hope you don't avoid my fingertips when I reach out to comfort you, and you observe my movements as ones dipped in safe warm

It felt so gut-renchingly horrid It was a bubbling dark ball of gloom. The world tilted and footing slid. The frays of the heart started to bloom. There came guilt that dripped. There gushed thick crimson. Smeared marks, hands once gripped. Curled fingers, clutched chest again. A rhythmic apology, a siren almost On the knees, trembling and weak An outstretched hand, an image so close On the floor, curled and bleak I thought I was strong I thought I had grown Merely hopes that were strung along With hate still engraved in my bones Then plucked from the shadows That hover, claw, and tear White petals that uncurl the toes Flut

You know those moments when you refuse to cry? When you are curled up with your nose kissing your knees When you are thoughts come out in a shaky sigh When you are having trouble finding comfortable ease You  know those moments when you feel it coming? When you are only with yourself and your fears When you are imagining yourself as so unbecoming When you are seething with threatening tears You know those moments when you want to be strong? When you are certain people would hate seeing you so When you are seeing the only things in yourself is wrong When you are trying to crawl out from the darkness below You know those moments whe

It would always happen when she was alone now. Curled up in her bed, just before she slept. It had been awhile since the time she wouldn't cry at personal things. Of course it was only about time, but these gates were taking too damn long to close. It didn't really matter if people said that crying isn't bad. What had bothered her all along was the fact was that crying didn't solve anything. Angry at herself, she threw the covers off her and angrily dragged a dry arm over her burning eyes. It didn't matter anymore. She refused to call him for comfort. She wasn't going to be clingy this time. She never intended to be clingy in the first place,

So…it wasn't a kiss. Maybe they just have two different definitions of kiss. It seemed simple enough, but there were different kinds to him. There was lips to lips, passionate with tongue, and pecks, which he did affectionately to her forehead at times to let her know that he was there for her. Her fingers trembled and she suddenly felt cold. Not wanting him to see the disappointment in her reaction, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close, so that their chests were against each other. In her eyes, the move was a secretly desperate call for him to realize what she really wanted. To him, she was just being warm. To h

The first time that she realized that she had feelings for him socked her right in the stomach. It was like a freight train of panicking horror and courageous shock. She had always just assumed that she admired him and was thankful to him for being there for her when she felt like she was going to just snap from thinking too much. A stampede of conflictions rammed into her head like those final battles in action movies. She was barely starting a life on her own. She always wanted to see him when she wished for someone to be there for her. He would never see her that way. His personality matched up with hers in so many ways. She would only hin

There's something about being an individual that makes you want to make a mark on the rest of the world…well something besides your grave. Something remembered. Something kind and sweet. Maybe you helped that one lady on the road change her tire. Maybe you always wished that one person who meant so much to you for their happiness. Maybe you hoped for the best and pray for the safety of the people you loved. Maybe you helped that one grandpa pick up his wallet when it tumbled out. Maybe you comforted that girl who was left crying in the bathroom during recess. There's just something about being able to become a memory, something per

Fits of contradictions always just scratched its nails upon the board for her. Indifferent, but too sensitive. Irate, but desperation to be crying in joy. Alone, but offered to be cared for. Wickedly torn, but still whole. Empty, but filled with fraught hope. It prickled the ends of her nerves and grated against them like a purring sea urchin pretending to be a friendly cat of some sorts. It was a sneering, growling famished cannibal, on all fours like a beaten dog trying to defend itself and pounce. It encircled its clever, little claws against the trapped, desperate sanity struggling against the wall as the monster grasped it by the

"Loneliness is the emptiest, selfish feeling." It wasn't like she was locked up in the nuthouse, but god damn it, she did feel like it. It wasn't like she was forced to listen to the silence, but god damn it, the noises might as well be silence. It wasn't like she didn't have friends, but god damn it, at the moment, it felt like it didn't matter that she did. It wasn't like she didn't try to make plans, but god damn it, sometimes it just seemed useless to try to catch someone's interest like rolling strands of her hair between her trembling, impatient fingers. It wasn't like she didn't love anybody, but god damn it, it seemed like such a