maybe in another life
đNonbinary dramatic fiction writerđ«§
maybe in another life
đNonbinary dramatic fiction writerđ«§
đNonbinary dramatic fiction writerđ«§
đNonbinary dramatic fiction writerđ«§
i honestly hate this one so feel free to ignore it
she said i was too short for the picture
too tall for my boyfriend.
he says i eat too much
but when i cut back, my parents force more food in my mouth.
mom says that she loves me no matter the grade
and switches up at the sight of a 75%.
why does nothing i do end well for me?
i was just trying to be what they wanted.....
petals fall like dreams
your smile, the sunâs gentle glow
warmth in the still night
we share whispers, soft and sweet
i find home within your light
âââââââ-
petals weave through the dark
your voice, a dreadful river
drowning my heart
in the dance of shadows cast
by whispers in the night
I REALLY LIKE THIS OMG đ±...
i always put him up on a pedestal
âheâs the greatest!â
âsuper nice guy!â
comparing us day by day
i never thought i could reach him
one afternoon he opened up
spoke of issues i never even thought
somone like him could have
_then_
you said something i could never forget
**âdo you think the sun gets lonely up there?â**
_i had never even questioned it_
itâs so high up
tall and mighty
that no one ...
this little necklace
a pink and blue star dangling on a chain
symbolizing those 2 kids back then
who were children of the sun
the sun from which i came from aswell
oh, how those stars made me happy
but when that sun exploded
so did they
this little necklace
at a time showed me joy
now shows me sorrow
-our solar system was once together
ââââââââââââ-
idk i was feeling broken family vibes đ€·...
Every girl always thinks she wants a âbad boyâ, but they have no idea what itâs like. We loved one another, but he has such an intensity to him. You cant escape once your in this deep- my world consumed by his recklessness. Now, Iâm not sure my feelings are love. When I look into his eyes, I see my future go up in flames. Too late now. Iâm his till death.
(sorry that was bad lol)...
(Characters from an old story written at school)
Leaves crunch under our feet. âWhere are we going, Claire?â he asks. I peer over my shoulder and see James dragging his feet as we walk. â Oh, come on- you donât remember this place?â I ask.
âHow could I? Weâve been on lots of adventures, I canât even remember yesterdayâs!â
âWell, maybe this will refresh your memory,â I respond, holding up an old ...
I overcompensated when bringing us back together. I put in all my effort to repair our friendship. I tried. I just miss what we used to be.
Hot summer days of running around the neighborhood. Climbing trees and talking about who we wanted to be. Eating lemons and trying not to make a face. Bouncing on the trampoline when we had too much energy. Then, falling asleep in the grass till our parents c...