You are a savage beast. And I want you to tear me apart limb by limb. Leave nothing of me, make a job of it, relish in it, savor it. But do not enjoy it. Grow delirious from it, mad from it. Grow so wild that it becomes unbearable, that you need to dismantle me.
Winter was bitter. He was harsh words and empty eyes, He was the one you settled for. He was whispering winds, He was always trying to hold you back, He didn’t want you to realize your worth, In fear you would leave him behind. You knew you didn’t love him, But you knew you didn’t
**Good song to listen to while reading** (Not Quite) Little Lies My mother once told me that it was okay to tell a little, white lie. She told me that unlike Pinocchio, my nose would not grow, and I would not be punished. Her only caveat was that it had to be a small lie,
“One coffee please,” she said with a hint of a smile on her lips. Coffee was where they did their daily dance. Every morning she made the trek to the off-campus coffee shop, and he pretended not to know he was the reason why she inconvenienced herself. “Coming right up,” he murmured under his breath