She looks at me as if to say ( Read more... )

words from one end, words from the other ( Read more... )

Breaking, snapping ( Read more... )

The age old smell of boyfriends under bedsheets ( Read more... )

The photographs that line your bed ( Read more... )

Don't bother trying to explain ( Read more... )

The sky is breaking ( Read more... )

and inside my heart is breaking ♥

Today, the alarm bells of an argument rang between these walls. Something was lost, and in me something found. I gave my all to hope and it was dashed; for there is no hope in that which I aimed at. And so the hope, licking its wounds, returned to its master, and I have nurtured it hundred fold - for now there is no one to hold me back.

The poem: ( Read more... )

There was something unusual about this feeling; something different from all the other times. Before, with Lavender, it had been scary, so scary, always in secret and always in fear - if someone had found out, you would have been doomed. And now she was with Him, the one you thought you’d loved, you had to wonder - why it was exactly that they were ( Read more... )