“I hope that I stain through your memory.”

Tears stream down her face, coated in sweat as she pants and holds the gun, fighting to keep it steady as she aims it at his chest. In his eyes, an expression that seems a cross between disdain, torture, and longing. He breathes rapidly, deeply as he stares her down, refusing to look anywhere else but directly into her eyes. Refusing to even blink.

She ...

You complete me.

Every inch of your skin fits me.

I pull the needle through your skin, draping it over me.

I hug the decaying material,

We always have shared such sweet embraces.

The string hugs your beautiful color, pinching it every time the needle pulls through.

I’m a thorough surgeon.

If you had bothered to learn about me, you’d know I was quite a romantic one.

I grab your wilt...

_Speak your mind even when your voice shakes _

Don’t be afraid to say I love you even if you’re terrified of rejection

Because that _I love you_ might just save their life

Don’t let fear stop you from standing up for yourself

You deserve respect even if you feel as if you’re dying

Don’t allow people to take away your own peace

I know you’re drowning in their poison but please

You deserve a...

Love harder than any pain you’ve felt.

That’s what the famous people said, so it must be true, right?

I hope so…

I’m so scared, when he comes back at night, to check on me in my iron cage, his face is nothing but melted flesh, beady eyes. It scares me, but I love him. I loved him before all our problems started and after.

Even when he pokes and prods me.

Even when he takes my blood.

Even wh...

"To love is to burn," he whispers, "To be on fire."

Burning, I defenitely am. My stomach is churning, boiling, protesting. The glass that slipped out of my hand lays on the ground. His hand is softly caressing my cheek. Once, the touch comforted me, made me feel safe. Now, the touch leaves a cold trail of shivers behind. Not of pleasure, but of fear.

He leans in, his breath hot on my neck. He cont...

I saw the deer on the side of the highway, unmoving. Its eyes were open, filled with terror but also acceptance. Like it knew this day was bound to come, where it would end up as a limp corpse on the side of the road. I thought about its life, maybe it had children. I wonder what they would think once they found their mother on the side of the road. Dumped and discarded like it meant nothing like ...

_If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die._

Lila Montgomery was a writer.

Liam Anderson was her muse.

Rainy, gray days were spent together, in proximity at least. Lila would ponder in their bedroom, her bony fingers hovering over the typewriter, waiting for the perfect inspiration to manifest itself; Liam would often be in the kitchen, preparing a warm meal for the two of them.

...

“The only thing we ever get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.”

“… Why are you saying this now?”

“Simple: I’m going to give you all the love you couldn’t be bothered to give me - in my own way.”

And then, warmth.

How could something so cold feel so warm? My stomach felt as though it had been brushed up against a radiator, yet at the same time its numb with f...

“When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am” I hear the faint whisper echoing through the halls of the dark castle. My breaths quicken as my hands begin to shake. I’m stumbling through the halls in my nightgown and tears stream down my face silently. My heart beat quickens and my knees buckle.

My whole body collapses as I see blood on my white nightgown. My own. My bre...

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all..

Unless one can keep that dearest love for eternity. No time capsule needed. No memories that will fade.

Each brunette strand plucked from your now cool scalp lay in my rigid fingers. Tangling theirselves with each digit like the night we first made love. A thought passes through my mind and there you are again, nothing but your...