1. under her bed, collecting dust there's a photo album with plastic sleeves and metal rings filled with six hundred and seven scraps of wallpaper one for everyday that you loved her. so last summer when you called her a wallflower she couldn't imagine anything more beautiful until she found out what it really meant as she faded into the background. 2. all of her clocks have stalled with 11:11 sprayed across their faces like skies full of stars but she doesn't make wishes since she knows that sometimes they're just too big for her failing sense of hope to hold. and sometimes, her heart hurts with memories of pain that is much better left forgotten (and you. always you). 3. you told her once that we don't get to choose who to love that love chooses us. but then what's love's excuse for unchoosing her? 4. there was a time when she'd believe every word you could say since you were the type of boy who would draw hearts on fogged windows to remind her where love is. and she remembers lying under your frosted heart adorned windows and the feeling of knees banging into one another and tangled limbs with fingers knitted together and she never felt so complete. but this is not a love story and there can't always be a happy ending. 5. she used to dream until you took that away too (just like her heart and its familiar ticktickticking) so now when the walls and windows are on fire and the taste in the air is youyouyou all she wants is to wake up but she can't since she'll never sleep again you're her worst kind of nightmare. 6. lately, she's been feeling her spine curve into the plaster with vertebrae fusing to the foundations within the walls as she finds herself losing who she once was to what you have made her. she's your wrecked little wallflower but she can't grow a new heart. |
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to deathhh.
so much.
the idea is extremely amazing
and i really really liked it (:
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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
love love love it.
You're amazing.
so thank you times a million.
(oh and thank you for the favorite as well)
and for the favorite. it means so much especially coming from you
Perfect ending.
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And sometimes I feel like a grain of sand
Slipping through the cracks of your hand.
i had a lot of trouble writing that part.
so thank you
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