Aaron Warner:

Aaron Warner:

Me: Excuse me... Mr. Warner...Can you stop existing for a quick second so I can breathe?

I was born with a songbird in my heart.

When I was a child, my mother told me “Songbirds are meant for duets,” and promised That some day I would meet another heart That sings in perfect harmony with mine.

But I was still young, and everything changed.

“The song in your heart is too good for him,” My mother told me when I was sixteen. She didn’t like the boy I brought home and Disliked the song of his heart even more. She said, “his song is not worthy of yours, And together, you sound like a train wreck.” It would take years for me to realize She didn’t hate his song; she hated how His song changed the melody of my own.

Years later I met the butterfly king; His heart was the loudest I had ever Known. I couldn’t hear my own song over His, and soon I lost myself in the sound. Then one day I awoke to deafening Silence. He’d vanished without a word, and I couldn’t reteach my heart how to sing.

From that point on, my songbird did not sing; It carried a broken tune, humming a Melody too off-beat for anyone To harmonize with. Eventually It grew quiet, resigned to beat alone.

I had just about given up trying To find the song my heart had long since lost When I heard the sweetest sound to ever Grace my presence. Delightfully off-beat, Unlike anything I had ever heard, The song of your heart spoke to mine before The rest of me understood what it meant.

The songbird in my heart fluttered its wings And for the first time in years, sang its song. You looked at me the way one looks at an Eclipse; awestruck and mesmerized, and I Knew you felt it, too. You told me others Have tried to silence your song, but I want To hear you sing; yours is the only song I want to listen to for the rest of My life. I want to wake up to the sound And fall asleep to it every night.

I apologized, “my disappointing Song is nothing compared to the beauty Of yours.” But you smiled at me and rested Your hand over my heart, and placed my hand Over your heart as well. “They beat the same,” You told me as tears began to form in My eyes. “Singing in perfect harmony,” You said, gently brushing away my tears.

When I was a child, my mother told me “songbirds are meant for duets,” and promised That some day I would meet another heart That sings in perfect harmony with mine.

I thought mine was destined to sing alone But then I met you, and everything changed.

- Songbirds, @blephwrites

Basically The Entire Shadowhunter Chronicles:

"...Shadowhunters, however loving, were all reckless lunatics."

Red Scrolls of Magic ~ Pg. 96

Person A: So are we talking cute weird or creepy weird?

Person B: She straddles the line

Person A:

Person B: It's very attractive

Anyone awake and want to talk...

~Sincerely a sappy sleepy soul

And when I ask you to leave me be. Let me go. You say you cannot do that. What you do not realize is that you already have.

The Heartbreak Theory & The Loss Complex