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15 | Kills Me - G
I wake to your silence (your absence)
I wake to my silence (your absence)
It kills me
I sleep to your static (your presence)
I sleep to my static (your presence)
It kills me
I move to your music (your rhythm)
I move to my music (your rhythm)
It kills me
I lie to your energy (your stillness)
I lie to my energy (your stillness)
It kills me
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14 | Facade - G
It wasn't a new feeling, this knot in her stomach. No, she'd felt it before: The way her breath quickened, her pulse racing at the mere thought of it--of him. It scared her, she'd admit that freely. She admitted it to him on occasion. She feared she would fall too fast, too hard, for this boy--no--man. His green eyes were captivating, his ( Read more... ) -
13 | Sleepwalking - PG-13
Wind howled outside the window, shaking the panes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t shatter, sending shards of glass flying across the darkened room, puncturing drywall and flesh. The power had gone out approximately an hour before, flickering back to life for a brief five minutes before fizzling, shrouding the house in darkness once more. It ( Read more... ) -
12 | Untitled Song #1
Your face reminds me of places I'd rather not be ( Read more... ) -
11 | Untitled Poem #2: G
“You deserve so much better,” he said. “Those boys are all just jerks ( Read more... ) -
10 | Untitled Poem #1: G
"Let go" she said
Break the monotony
Black pinstripe suites and dress shoes
Burn the walls to the ground
"Breathe in" he said
Forget the tragedy
Broken hearts and forgotten dreams
Let silence be the only sound
"Run away" they begged
It's too dangerous here
Hidden agendas and revolver bullets
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09 | One For The Road: R (for sexually explicit content)
The wind picked up and blew hard across Sam’s cheeks and chilling him to the bone. The hair on his arms stood on end and he sucked in a breath of cold-no, freezing-air and turned away from the house. It took all his energy to keep moving away; away from the warmth of the crackling fire she had started in the living room, away from the freshly-baked ( Read more... ) -
08 | Playing the Field: PG-13
The room was dark; the air hot, sticky, and smelling of sex. He crossed to the window and drew the blinds, allowing the mid-afternoon sunlight to pour inside. She shifted on the bed, propping herself up on her elbow and watched--it made him more uncomfortable than he already was ( Read more... ) -
07 | Same Old Song - G
And even now, I have an intense desire to save him from himself. Even now, a year and a half later, I have a need to wrap him in my arms and tell him “Everything is alright; it’s ok.” I would know it was a lie, he would know it was a lie, but it would comfort us both (at least for the time being). He would cry (because he was always far more ( Read more... ) -
06 | Desire: G
The light caught her hair, glinting across the caramel-blonde locks. It was straight today; a change from her usual messy pony-tail, pieces falling from its confines across her face, and looked exceptionally soft. She had probably taken a flat-iron to it, forcing all her normal fly-a-way’s down and in to place ( Read more... )