We had always loved crocheting together. We’d sit on the porch for hours, talking, laughing, sharing stories of the past and our future together. My favorite time would be the fall, when it was cooler and the wind was blowing our hair. Our cat would be curled by the window, in his little basket. Those were simpler times.

When you lost interest in that and started going out on those nights, I had...

Your words are

Daggers, slashing

Through my walls

All the way to this crashing,

Weak heart

Wounds open where you cut

But over time they

Become scars and shut

‘Till only traces tell of our decay

Your silence is

A machine gun

Or maybe a nuclear bomb?

Your silence is

A direct crit hit

It strikes once and kills

Yet you always

Pull me back from the brink

Like you can‘t part ways

Though you attack ...

She sat there, not saying a word.

“Evangeline,” said mark. “Would you say something? Anything?”

Evangeline didn’t say anything. She didn’t nod her head. She didn’t shake it. She didn’t move.

Mark took her hands into his. “Evie, I know you don’t want me to go but I don’t have a choise. I-I have to go to war. I’m the crown prince and I have to help fight for my kingdom, because my father wo...

The pain from your words is difficult, but the silence that follows is even more hurtful. Your sudden outpouring of emotions left me feeling confused and uncertain. While your words may have caused wounds, it is your silence that leaves me wondering about your true thoughts. Your words still linger in my mind, preventing me from resting peacefully. The silence between us is now more deafening than...

I love my mother but i do not like her

I wish i did, i wish icould talk to her like a normal person or even be best friends

But we are not her word as cut like a knife

I drown in her expectations of me

I was never a perfect daughter

But i try to be

I tried and I tried but I couldn’t be

I’m not like my other siblings to her , i had to choose myself, i had to leave

She says she loves me but s...

Your words wound me deeply,

But your silence hurts even more.

When you yell, I know you’re angry.

Because we’ve been there before.

When you say nothing at all,

Just shake your head and stare.

I feel my heart drop and fall.

You almost can’t even care.

We’ve gone through this stuff,

And you told me to stop then.

But quitting it was too tough.

“_I was going to tell you._” “**When?**”

“You should’v...

Although I usually enjoy the thrill of a cheap insult, I know that Nikolai du Romanet is at my ball to assassinate me, and so I've decided that I won't grant him the satisfaction of small talk before he does.

"Your words usually wound me deeply." Nikolai pulls my closer by the small of my back to whisper into my ear as we waltz around the room, enveloped in a flurry of pinks, whites, and yellows a...

Throw all our plates at me.

I already saw the world in cherry red.

We shared a cherry, at our youngest days.

I remember, you know, when we’d hop in your dads car and drive off, driving off society’s limits.

I’d blank out, spacing out when I saw your face. You made me feel as if I was floating in space, the galatic wonder swirling me around, just like your hair did in the strong wind.

I gu...

People shun lies, say they’re evil

But they’re the same people who can’t speak the truth

They talk and they talk, not ever knowing who they are

Or what they’re doing.

Fake people, masks that are plastered on so tight you can’t take them off if you try

I’m not quite sure they can take them off, either.

And then you meet them

The person who you don’t even have to wear a veil around

You’re completel...

“Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts me even more.”

“Oh shut up.” I muttered.

“So she does speak.”

I spun around, sticking a knife under his chin. He was startled, worried I might go through with my threat.

“Listen, I have every right to be angry at you. I don’t care how fancy you can talk or proper you can talk. You are a prince, every thing just given to you while I have to kill p...