“No, I saw her. Last night, in a dream. Her face was glowing, she spoke to me. And I saw her too, but she was angry, I can’t help but wonder if she is free.”
if the reader falls in love with the character of a book, their love can be eternal.
he can over and over re-read each part of his beloved. he can just stop for a while and gently touch the mirage. he can even ****** a piece and carry it for a lifetime.
but what happens if the character falls in love with the reader?
Everyone is asking me If I’m okay And I just say yes Because it’s easier to be To be okay But it never feels right And I guess I guess that’s because ive spoken to you And they don’t follow it up With “do you promise?” They don’t do it like you So I’ll lie and say yes I guess
no arms, no. legs, no head, no surface to latch on to; butchy boy. water curls around a floating body. the pressure suffocates the idea of its limbs. faulty fish bladder. no mouth. no dream.
It feels like I’m taking a deep breath But my breathing is still irregular It feels like I’m swimming With everything I have But I’m still going under It feels like I’m running But my legs can’t support me anymore It feels like I’m living But I’m dead now inside
Can anyone hear me? I’m yelling but no one is listening I’m falling but no one is catching me I’m crying but no one sees me I’m grabbing but no one feels me Am I invisible
I started wearing a rubber band Around my wrist So I can send slicing pain Through my arm when I didn’t feel okay My wrist is swollen White welts But they won’t scar That makes it okay