She was the princess, always waving and smiling to the people.

Beautiful as always.

Yet never to be touched, never to be kept.

Her touch is as sharp as a thorn.

Battles were caused because of her.

Rose petals fall beneath her,

Just like her.

She wilts away when no one watches.

Just a pretty fragile flower with thorns in her sides.

No one sees the way that she cries.

(Wrote this at 3 am when I hav...

It happens again and again. Every night is filled with unending chaos. I always end up waking in cold sweats. Trembling.

This time I’m sent to the underground arena. Looking at the beginning of the arena I could see the numbers count down from 10. I could hear people cheering and see twisted faces. My heart skips a beat as the other gate slowly opens. A fuzzy creature of a million eyes and long da...

Here it is quiet. Only the sound of wind pushing past trees. I can hear the way it falls. Here everyone knows each other by names and where we all live. I can walk past stores and greet my friends. I can see the stars painting the sky, see how bright the moon shines but if I close my eyes I’m back home. It’s busy. It’s not sad. I always rush around not speaking to a soul. I never rest. The lights,...

To love you is a crime. I’m the arsonist who set this wildfire ablaze. I would eat you up. Flames licking at the tip of your fingers. Traveling down towards you arm. Warm in a gentle way like wax you melt under me. Softening, if desires are a flame, then I’m a wildfire....