EphemeralHe is nothing, and that is what she has [become].Ephemeral
Her hope went [up] as her bones began to crack. She strung her existence together with tinsel and twine; Her [synthetic] life covered in glitz and glitter.
Her mouth curled up as [her] seams began to split. [S]he sullied her[self] in dirt [from the earth], Because [through it] she can['t] breathe.
[The noxious miasma from] his breath consumes her [brittle insides]. She supposes [in time, though it's fleeting] she could learn to love it, Because at first, [in death,] she didn't need to, then [in life] she had to, and now
seventeen and aloneshe likes to pretend – she likes to pretend she is beautiful. she likes to pretend she didn't forget what color his eyes were.seventeen and alone
she likes to pretend she still had a million reasons to live.
she likes to pretend she still had him.
she likes to pretend she's not really dying inside.
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he liked to write – he liked to write her love songs. he liked to write her poetry about how
the stars were aligned for them. [and oh, they were.]
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lies rolled off her tongue, almost naturally and
she was never good at keeping secrets
drinking the sky.drinking the sky.
she wants to be loved by someone beautiful.
she has dreamt up names and a face; a smile and laughter and sparkling green eyes. she has watched, through a haze of fairy dust, mornings at coffee bean together, sitting opposite him cupping mugs in their hands and not saying anything
because in the mornings at seven, lost in each other’s company with the synchrony of their movements playing a harmony and the drone of grey-suited office workers as a background accompaniment, what would you like are the only words they need to share.
because when he loves her that much, the fra
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