

can't talk about it nowi sit on the end of her bed and watch her braid her hair. she's beautiful in the dim light from the lamp on the floor.can't talk about it now
the way her dark tangelled hair falls around her shoulders makes my heart ache. if only i could run my fingers through it and show her how amazing she looks. she has pale skin and red cheeks, wide eyes that are sometimes green and sometimes brown, and dark eyelashes that she wishes were longer.
she talks to me about love sometimes. tells me how she's too broken to care, too scared to want to. i tell her that love could heal her cuts and bruises if only she'd let it. but she won't.


ignite your bones.there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms. when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets. but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful. poetry, though; she knows most people don't understand it. she knows she doesn't understand it. she knows that when she's dying the cells of her skin with blue ink, she doesn't understand why. she doesn't understand how a laugh can taste like strawberries or how eyelids have secrets written in them. but she knows that it's how she's feeling.ignite your bones.
she'll be beautiful none the less, though. her pretty words that are s
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If you don't mind my asking, what made you read it?
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"Be a lion not a kitten." -Thomas Cameron
Pandora's Box [link]
If you liked it, try looking at [link]
Same story, without the symbolism of the dark angel
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Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
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The process provides the pleasure, not the end result.
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