MarauderThrust

You've never been one to like storms. On the night we're together there's one tearing thru the sky. The wind seems to scream our names, calling to us. They both beckon us outside. I grasp your hand and offer you a reassuring smile as I open the door. You've never been one to like storms. Shying into me, you remember the times you've been given that smile and a hand to hold. One after the other, you were given no protection from the wind that whipped your delicate face. One after the other, you were given no protection from the rain that stung your porcelain skin. I think to myself that it's time to change that. You've never been on

What do I have, you ask? Heavy hearts, twice broken. Alone for the first time in years, There's no one left that hasn't given up on me. Did I see it coming? Indeed I did. Did I want it to happen? It was inevitable; nothing in my power was able to stop it. Do I think I'll be able to make it thru? Of course I can. To someone who's always been alone, One more moment won't hurt. Deep inside, I know there's something worth fighting for. Even when everyone gives up on me, Something is worth my time, Even if it seems like there's nothing. Remembering it all hurts too much. Veering  away suddenly isn't so difficult anymore, Especial

Girls are like magic, they get wet without water, bleed without injury and make boneless things hard.

Dear Best Friend, I miss you. I miss our all-night skype conversations, the way you used to sing to me when I was sad, the way we could come to each other about everything. I miss you and I miss us. Is it so much to want it back? Knowing that I can text you and I won't get a response hurts, knowing that I can try my hardest to talk to you and I won't get a response hurts too. Everything about it hurts. I know you're afraid, and I know you're hurt too. I know I was terrible, and I realize this after it's far far too late. I should have been better, quicker, stronger…but I wasn't. Being this way usually costs me things I value most, but