

The Cut I hate it.The Cut by ~FluffyPuff907
I hate that I'm never happy anymore.
I hate that when I miss you it's physical and it tears me down from the inside out.
I hate knowing that the last lips that touched mine weren't yours.
and I hate it that that might be true for you too.
I hate living with someone who wishes I'd never been born.
I hate not being able to tell you how I feel.
I hate not being able to tell you anything anymore.
I hate the person I see when I look in the mirror, because she's only a weak shell of who I used to be.
and I hate that I can't build myself up again.
I hate not knowing where you are, who you're with, not even knowing if you're okay


Uncovered We broke up on Friday the thirteenth.Uncovered by ~FluffyPuff907
It was a beautiful day.
Trees and blue sky reflected on the hood of your car
As you drove back to your house and we both knew it was over.
I don't know what else we could have said to each other.
But I remember you said you loved me.
I asked you every question that's been burning in my mind
Ever since I saw this coming.
I don't know when I've ever held your hand tighter
Or held you closer.
Our last kiss brought tears to my eyes
And I'm so glad you didn't pull away.
You stroked my hair and held me so close we could have been one person standing on that asphalt.
You did more than I ever thought


Once. He greets me at the backdoor, swimming in greens and golds, positively striking in his disregard of immunity and knuckled up stews of incessant murmurings. They never meant much to him and as he grabs me, fingers laced against the peeking pink of my hip, I want to follow every particle of dust that surrounds his lovely face- hide in his atmosphere and lap up his swirling breath.Once. by ~uniquenobody
I want to cover him like a blanket- wrap around him in loose folds touching, briefly and lightly, his shoulder, to slide away down his back as he falls into a simple sleep, a careful unconsciousness. I want to be with him and a part of him.
He smiles halfway into an