Her legs are a memoir of injury, a path of self-destruction. I stare at them as she shyly yet confidently unzips her charcoal pants and slides them down over her pale thighs. There are scars of scrapes long-healed; perfectly rounded white dots from mosquito bites she scratched, young and innocent, looking for relief; long gashes from her perchance ( Read more... )

Never have I,
In sleep or otherwise,
Acted as you have done
And yet been so despised.

Quiet, darling, and listen
Full often have I thought of you
whispered sweet nothings
And known they wouldn't come true.

For you are the stuff of the immortal heavens
Which I dare not grasp
For fear of injuring you beyond repair
I knew this could not last.
 

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A cat darted across our path, his black tail denoting his overblown sense of cat entitlement.

He skittered into the rubble and we looked around.

We fell silent as the world ended.

It was surprisingly quiet.

Quieter then you would ever expect.

And then it was over.

And we screamed with glee and shame, in agony and defeat

and relief.

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I HATE you for doing this to me.

I hate you.

I just sat through an hour and a half long service for you and I cried the whole FUCKING time. I was fine in the car ride over, talking, joking with my family members. Then we grew silent and I grew reflective as we got closer and closer. We arrived and, as we walked through the door, my first tears ( Read more... )

I love Yeats. He's such a beautiful poet.

"He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams uner your ( Read more... )

Revenge is not a dish best served cold. It is an emotionally carthartic moment that lasts for eternity and yet ends too soon, a moment when everything that had plagued you or hurt you turns towards to find itself stabbed in the back.

Sometimes, you are the one wielding that knife of vengence. Sometimes, it's something completely random that hits and ( Read more... )

Do you remember our walk? The last time that we spent together, before everything blew up.

We walked for hours through the back of beyond, down the tracks of the Rail Trail and then doubling back to go towards Kinmount before finally doubling back again to head back to the cottage.I listened mostly while you ranted about some things, and spoke ( Read more... )

Sloth.

Always take the risk that you are most afraid to make. It will always be worth it in the end, even if you can't see it from the start.  Fear is the biggest motivator for action. When you are afraid to do something, that fear is the either practical or impractical barrier that you have to leap over in order to get to the gains on the other side. I ( Read more... )