People live in a kind of monotone of voice They live that way till they have a choice On whether to stay alone or open up. And when they locked eyes the first time everyone could tell how they were closeup Standing across from each other arguing in debate class They had changed like they were standing on glass With only each other as ways to keep standing Through friendship they lived but their were some misunderstandings Like life they weren’t perfect And they realized they liked each other He realized she was smart and fun and has the best laugh He wanted to always have more of her than a photograph That she was unique and no one could truly be her they had both been through so much they were like blurs But when she smiled at him She would light up the dim And he felt like a dove That was why he still believed in love

The meeting between the leaders of the world took place on a day not so long ago. But no one in the public knew what happened. All they know is now there is only one leader when their used to be 6. All they know is that now the balance is uneven with one ruler plagued by power. It was like an epic but no one could think that it could every be a happy ending. No one thought they would ever know what happened. It was a mystery clouded with fear and uncertainty, and the truth was lost forever.

Childhood best friends to lovers scenario:

it is said I do as in will forever be there for you as in since 2 till forever as in no matter how annoying and clever as in no matter the separations as in we’ll talk no matter if we’re in different locations it is said until parted by death as in thinking about eachother with every breath as in competiting every day always silly always play as in never forgetting as in never for others settling it is said for better or for worse as in together without matter in a curse as in talking after a fight though sometimes it takes a while to reach that light as in we get there eventully as in we are never potentially it is said from this day foward as in from now on i will take your word but we have always been like family and we will never be a calamity so here is what we shall say i will be there every day as i have been and will always be we will listen to every plea so not till death does us part but we will never truly be apart

We fly and we forget our troubles. We fly over the feelings that plague us like the flu you got two months ago. For one second again we are children. Unburdens by those around us and out perception of the universe. We are once again free to be ourselves like the phrase you get told repeatedly as children. It’s the first time I’ve believed it. Flying over the ant-like people. Flying high like those trees I would climb as children. But without the scare over falling. We aren’t fighting like we have. A moment of peace and goodwill in our ever-changing lives. We fly and we are different people. And for the months afterword. After fights or after changes. We would meet high up. As close to the clouds and those feeling that day. We wanted to be the rulers of our world. Not ruled by those around us. We wanted to fly and forget everything else. Like the day we danced on the roof above the green of the trees. The closest to flying high again. We kissed as the rain poured. We flew above the world. We were free.

People think different things Some might think they’re peasants while others may think they’re kings When two people think differently They may not act gently So they may be mad They may not even speak to each other and be glad. They have two conflicting ideas of occurred They may never exchange a word But they will remember All the way through to December So be forgiving As long as you are living

I felt angry. I felt tired. I felt defenseless. But I will never be that again. I will be powerful. He will never take advantage if me again. I can’t believe he did that in the first place. I walk towards the castle. The gold enticing me. The black disconnected to the castle. Like its hiding. I revel in the fear of those near me. I could be quiet. But i’m never subtle. I see the butlers rush to get their master. I think, let him come. He won’t stop me. Not again. I walk toward the crowd, gathering at the field. The crowd parts as he arrives. In all his princely garb. I walk towards him.

She waited and hoped, waited and hoped She wanted him to finally tell her what he thought His opinions were hidden like they were cloaked She waited longer than she ought It was a constant thought in her head Always there, always waiting An obsessive thought that would arrive when she thought she was ahead Couldn’t he just tell her what he thought instead of debating She waited in anticipation A constant hope of what to come Until she realized She was waiting for something that was dumb She was waiting for something that would never be devised

The order was as it usually was. The parents woke up early and then got the kids ready. The kids would be dropped off at school and the parents would go to work. After school the kids would go to the park and the parents would pick them up. The kids would do their homework and eat dinner. Then everyone would be asleep. Then the kids got older. And the pattern would continue. Until, 2 teens had a world-spinning first love. But as I know, they never last. The threatened the very world of the neighborhood. They threatened the sameness. They threatened the routine. Different people, different personalities. The passion overstepped their thoughts on reality. And when the first love died down, they broke up. Their break up was larger-than-life. One day, the girl sat looking at the stars. He walked by, and for a second, all was normal. Until they started fighting. The neighborhood woke in time to hear her scream that she would never come back. She ran out of the front gate. She walked and walked. He sat in front of the gate. Staring for days.

That girl? The one who ran. Who always ran. She was the glue. He needed her. Even just seeing her across the town. Nothing could break the town.

That girl? Shes me.

It was just a normal day. Walking down the street. You know when people say don’t judge a book by its cover? It’s hard to not when you can see peoples quality’s by how they look. So today, I walk up to a guy in a red suit. I know it can be bad. It always is. But I never can. I walk forward. You know a butterfly effect? When one thing leads to another. That freaking red suit should of tipped me off. He looked like a devil. But it was me who ended in hell. The butterfly effect of our relationship took long to develop. And the whole time he never took off that freaking suit.

I collapse. Your body is still, your face pained. I scream and shout though it sounds like nothing is coming out. Why did you have to go in front of that stupid sword. Your long brown hair wisps in front of your face. I try desperately, but you already gone. I make a silent vow to myself. I will never forget the precise blue of your eyes when the sun hit, the way your hair would never be controlled, the way you would carry yourself as if you ruled the world, the way your body tilted and contracted as you hit the ground, and any other detail.

It had been many years. Someone asks you about her, after years of only remembering her in your darkest moments. All you can say is,

“I have forgotten.” And something about that id sadder than having remembered everything.