Irony.How can you promise to love what's not there? Do you see me? Or do you see the image, the ideal. The wild, rebellious youth with disregard for anyone for herself. She's selfish, she's careless, she loves and hates and feels with all her being. But I'm not her. I want to be her, and would die to truly be so hazardly free; but I can't. I'm just a simple girl, a simple girl, with a heart that you've broken. Pieces lay in wreckage all over the floor and I'm starting to shake. I can't take all this pressure, this pressure to be that girl, to force myself out there and raise my flag high. But I have to do it; for her, for me, for all of you. All ofIrony.
Nightmares Outside of SleepClimb into bed,Nightmares Outside of Sleep
burrowing into sheet. Lullaby shouts and scream.
Girl afraid,
in corner hide. Flinching drunken slur.
Flashes of fist,
Skating across mind. Nightmares outside of sleep.
Climb into bed,
Trickle blood past cheek. Sounds of stairs,
Girl dread.
Night of KhyrahThe untamed. Something about the wild, free things in this world was enrapturing. They were so carefree, callous and arrogant but inspiring. Their strength was something to envy, their disregard for anything they didn’t believe in moving. It was inspiring, almost poetry, the way they fell so completely into themselves, sinking into the depths of their own beings. They weren’t even all the same; some felt strongly about their morals enough to die over them while others cared only about themselves. And even them, selfish and haughty as they were, captured us. They didn’t even have to try, a flick of the wrist or a soft word and the shy lambs weNight of Khyrah
JulianaThe young girl sighed, still wistfully day dreaming. How she longed for her stories to be truth; to be some forgotten princess of a faraway kingdom on the run. It would be so excited, something exotic and mysterious. Light years away form the dull truth. Her mother, who really was shy in nature with a wispy beauty of her own, was not the martyr she often pretended she was. Instead, the woman had abandoned Juliana merely because she was too enthralled with a free life to raise her. And thirteen years later Juliana was still alone, still living around the place she’d been abandoned with the faint hope that the spirited blonde would come back foJuliana
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greetings danielle
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And yay for you! You got my name right <3 Most people call me Ren or Surface or... well, we'll not get into my multiple personalities at the moment lmao.
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