(This took so long lol sry about that.)

_Nova walks along the pathway, a bridge across the ocean. Her brother is up ahead and she begins to run. “Nova?” Raindrop says with a hopeful smile and a light in his eyes._

_But then he begins to cry and the smile drops. Nova realizes his wings are torn and suddenly he’s much taller than her, or maybe she’s suddenly shrunk, and he’s looking down in anger ...

You fell from the sky,

And I fell for you

You were broken,

Bloody and bruised on the ground

And as I carried you

And looked down at your bloody, beautiful face

I realized I would never have a chance

To be with you

For you were immortal

And I a mere human had fallen for you

Fallen head over heals for you

To the point were

My heart hurt

My soul hurt

My body hurt

My mind hurt

I wanted you so...

This has been sitting in my drafts for months, haha. Thought I should finally just post it and stop tweaking. Feedback appreciated!

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We were happy.

High enough to touch the clouds, fingers pulling through soft wisps, dragging through the endless swathes of pink.

You kissed a heartbeat into me. You kissed words onto my tongue.

The sun peaked overhead as your skin shone a cool...

(The other parts are in my bookmarked section, sorry again this took so long, the next part should be sooner? No promises though lol. And thank you Jewelie Rain for the name suggestions!)

I still can’t process this. I don’t know how to process this. There are two mages and five people with wings.

And it turns out, the broken down shack was actually an illusion by the mages! It’s basically a cast...

What am I supposed to say

I tell myself it’s okay,

I tell myself not to compare,

But what I can observe

I compare myself too.

I can’t fight a reflex.

I couldn’t keep myself from running from a bear.

I can’t keep myself from comparing myself

to every person I hold dear.

I hate this dance.

I know every step.

I know the accompanying music,

An annoying manufactured track.

I’m not quite sure who made...

“look at us” she said

i’ve heard it countless times

unbelievable truths can’t spill

out of the confines of rhymes

“our reputation precedes us”

and that at least is true

because who would think the good girls

could have ever done this to you?

but i am sick of relying upon

my carefully crafted good name

doesn’t the world have the right to know

i share in the sinners’ shame?

with a sickening smil...

It

feels

good

to

fall

Or maybe it doesn’t

I don’t know

But what I do know is

It’s a relief to not be climbing

To not be reaching

To not be trying to prove that I deserved to be there in the first place

The verdict is in

I don’t

And now I’m free

To do nothing

To be nothing

To amount to nothing

Isn’t that something?

I can finally turn off

Stare at the wall and love it

Because n...

I don’t know what I want right now.

I don’t like that.

I feel happy (mostly),

But I feel aimless,

Which means that the happiness won’t last,

Or that it’s not good for me to have it.

I talked to my therapist.

She said that it’s normal.

But I’m worried that with self compassion

I’ll stop doing certain things entirely,

Like reading.

Reading.

It’s not supposed to be the center of my world

I like doing...

(sorry this took so long to come out! You can find the other parts in my bookmarked section while the series is still unfinished.)

“It’s not a good idea, you know they’re a bit insane!”

“They might know something, it’s like their whole job! Also only some of them are insane.” The boy snaps back.

My eyes fly open and I see the girl and the boy. In the room. A faint waft of something being baked ...

Maybe there are some things I have to accept.

One place that I can’t be the best.

But I try.

I really try.

And shouldn’t the world match my effort?

The universe meet me half way?

If only things worked that way.

If only we could get by on effort.

No.

I was a talented kid,

But the expectations got higher

And the talent faded

And my efforts were not enough.

I can’t be good at the things I like.

Excep...