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Who Did It Better? 001
Who did it better? 001
The Bow:
Katniss Everdeen vs. Alec Lightwood vs. Feyre Archeon vs. Susan Pevensie
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Our love was Tightening a corset while gripping a bedpost Our love was Thrown Kitchen Chairs Shattered Bathroom Mirror Our love was Shut eyes Dark hickeys Our love was Overflowing glass of wine, sticky hands, sticky table Heavy Hotel Curtains Our love was Deep wound, just clotting Counting seconds on a broken clock Our love was Forget your day; Forget my name Lips sealed; Mind shut Our love was Wolf Eyes; Dark Night Makeup sex; No fight Our love was No goodbye Just gone
I forget his name, I don’t think I ever knew it Excerpt from the poem The Ways in Which I Have Been Loved
Our love was Coffee lots of milk Tea extra sugar Our love was Light left on for you at home Brushing gloved hands on Fall walk Our love was Handmade Gifts Bad jokes Our love was Deep breath sighs Domestic Life Our love was Cooking pasta with the wooden spoon Conversations about the weather Our love was Christmas Carol Candygram Our love was Casual Closeness Comforting Caress
The Dreamer and The Chef - Excerpt from the poem The Ways in Which I Have Been Loved
I know now Why you said it As he tells me he loves me Tells me I should open up more As he tells me he loves me I feel the words clawing their way up my throat 'You don't even know me' I know now why you said it
And I do not blame you
Sometimes your heart is the only thing worth listening to.
Heartless Marissa Meyer
I used to have a night light Because I was scared of the dark that pressed into me. Now I have a write light Because I am scared of the dark that festers inside me.
Bleeding Out