Litchipixy

You have your worries and your doubts, every morning as difficult as the first. But you hide it all the same. Get up, get ready. The day is going to start soon, and so will your monotone life. Every day the same - that is the way that you like it. Predictable, unchangeable. Walking the silent hallways of your house, you finish up the last couple of things before you head out. At the mirror by the door you pin down that stray hair, everything perfect and plain. You never really LOOK at yourself in the mirror, you no longer see the need to - it's just there to spot little imperfections like this that can be fixed in a moment. Driving is alwa

The morning is bright and warm, Everyone seems in love. Holding on to the silent enchantment given by Cupid's arrow from above. The smiles seem so genuine, like there's no wrong way to go... Everyone gets so serious, making it seem like a sin to say no! Love is all around, but Cupid is lonely... Flying around giving others love, while trying to find his one and only. After many years of searching, not a single match has been found. It is expected of Cupid to keep going, only to spread love around... But this game is growing old, and Cupid's wings are growing tired. All that he wishes now is an escape, so he tries to get fired! The arrows

You are love. A silent storm in my heart that never seems to stop... You are lust. The skin gripping horror that I have come to crave... You are dreams A positive sign of a possible future that I build up in my head... You are friendship. The beautiful smile that has brought me better days... You are comfort. The place I can always run to that can always calm the thoughts in my head... You are bliss. Around you all I feel is greatness that empowers and restores me... You are fears. A silent worry in my mind that shake my foundation of who we are... You are emptiness. A sudden strike of realization that burns me to the core... You are

You can beg and you can plead, you can cry and you can bleed. Words do hurt, but wounds do heal... All it takes is the will to feel. So dry your eyes you weary child. Keep reminding yourself this world is wild. Rest your heart and not your head, get it all out before you go to bed. Someday soon you too will see, the perfect person they don't want you to be.

You stand there with your hands shaking. All you can say below your breath is the word sorry and she does not understand why. She will soon. She takes your hand and leads you to the room where you two share hundreds of memories. After years, this place has become the normal battleground of conversation and play. Telling her is going to break her. You have been trying to avoid the words, to somehow fix yourself and your heart, but it is not working. She sits there, next to you, more questions run through her every second as she waits for you to speak. She is thinking of every possible thing you want to talk about, every worst case scenario

You pick at your wounds Impatient for them to heal You just want the scabs gone You just want to feel The blood shows up every day Along with the crooked smile on your face. Maybe you want the wounds gone, But you want permanent scars in their place. All of this to you, a simple reminder of the temporary. You can wish so much just to feel, but forever is too extraordinary! So you continue to wish for permanence with that wicked smile on your face... Quite soon you will realize that Even your own wishes can be replaced.