We just met on the first day of class, it was theatre. Listening to the girls talking with the teacher, and making friends with people. I find “him” as we started to get along communications stopped. I wonder why that is. “Well maybe he just needs some space” until it’s been 2 months.

I talk to him again, having a deep crush that I keep gaslighting myself into pretending I don’t. The way he look...

“ Dude, I cant reach this stupid plate.” I mumbled, looking up at the pearly white plate, it was reflective, showing me how pathetic I looked.

“ Plate?” My best friend looked at me, walking over.

I was just about to respond, yet he did something I couldnt quite shake.

Holding full eye contact, he casually grabbed the plate, reaching over my short frame.

I don’t know why, but in that momemt, I ques...

I work in a former foundry which has been converted into a four floor office. One morning I went up to the office and, before I got to my desk I realized I left my earbuds in my car.

So I charged down the stairs and opened the door at the bottom of the landing. And that’s when I saw her.

At first you’d think she was nerdy. Blonde curly hair, glasses. But…oh my God. She had a beautiful s...

Holding my breath til my face turns blue

Afraid that if I let go, you will too

This must be some fictitious work of mine

That landed me with something unbelievably divine

I am a beetle scuttling in the dark

When the room is engulfed by the light of a spark

But though full of joy from the warmth that I feel

I am so overwhelmed, i don’t know if it’s real

I want to believe there could possibly be

...

It’s fine when you’re thirteen

Writing hearts around his name

Feeling seasick as he walks by

You have to force yourself to breath

When you hear his voice

Cause it makes you want to lay down and die

Pen these long journal entries about him

How you’ll be married when you’re both old

And though you barely ever talk

You’re almost semi-quasi stalking him

Which is fine!

You’re only thirteen years old

...

Desiring a person, oh, what a plight,

Behind a curtain, I wait like a peasant.

Incessant passion keeps me up at night,

For eyes of blue, their depths hold a lesson.

With a voice so broken, they’ve stolen my breath,

Yet the weight of this longing feels like a curse.

I’ll rise above this, embrace the sweet death,

And find my own peace, for better or worse....

It was just a normal day in he institution—as normal as my new life as a Disordered could be—and we were writing and researching about all the Disordered of the past. They were all about very horrible men and women who were inflicted by the darkness, which, now in my present life, I realize was a sort of propaganda that Katrina was talking about.

The murder that stained my hands wasn’t my fault, ...

Im sitting on the bus with my best friend. I look up from my phone having a sudden urge to look to my left. That’s when I realize that he is sitting right across from me. My heartbeat starts to quicken, and my mind suddenly stops working. I subconsciously start twisting that white and gold ring on my left hand, a habit I only do when I’m nervous, and look back over to my friend about to say someth...

It won’t be real.

But it could be.

He’s my age.

I want to break into the business.

Maybe our paths will cross.

But then again,

My success is not guaranteed.

He’s someone I might never meet.

And still, even if I did,

Wouldn’t he find it weird,

That long before he knew I existed,

I was sitting here thinking of him?

What does it matter.

I can have my crush.

Maybe someday someone in real life will com...

Somebody teach me to fall in “like”

Like just plain attraction, no strings attached

The kind that doesn’t control your whole mind

Or leave your peripheral vision black

Ive been consumed by the thought of you

Though I hardly know more than your name

I envy those who’s nerves stay relaxed

As they juggle with hearts like some sort of game

Somebody teach me to fall in “like”

Stop my thoughts from s...