I Turn Over The Dice,

i turn over the dice,

one, four, three,

and you must turn them back - even if you aren’t thinking of me.

sick to my stomach knowing you might be happy

i have not forgotten yours.

mortal unfairness

"I love you." No, that's not it. "Existence is tiresome without you." Not that either. Think, you silly girl, think. "To exist without you is to forget how to breathe. To forget myself, my soul, my everything. You are a part of me, you are a wound that never closes, you are my scars and my smiles..." Not quite. I need something more, something... Right. "My heart yearns for the impossible. You have started a war I cannot win. And that, mortal enemy of mine, cannot ever be deemed fair." The truth will do nicely. The last of the ink blotted, she watched her words fade, the ink cement itself into the fibres of the parchment as she caressed its edges. Then, she pressed the letter to her lips, and cast it to the fire. The ashes would swallow her words, the fire would consume the guilt that gnawed at her stomach - she hoped.

as if we didn’t melt into each other,

as if the lines didn’t blur,

as if our souls didn’t intertwine,

as if your arm isn’t perfectly the length of my back,

as if we don’t share a mind and a taste in music,

as if we hadn’t learned from each other in just a few days’ time,

as if you refused to show me where your foundation cracked,

as if you were trying to protect me,

as if you were letting me down gently,

as if you ever meant it each time you said me you loved me.

from "i know you by heart"