Dear you know who you are,

She's beautiful no matter what she wears. Manipulative like nobody. Soft blue eyes that could lure anyone to a timely death. Years of it; I can barely handle a glance at them. Red, brown, blonde, black, blue. All hair colors she's abused. Yet she always seems to fall back on red. She likes her hair straight but leaves it the natural curly on occasion. Thin but a condes...

Your scent lingers

My heart races

A promise is only to cross one's fingers

Yet my throat closes as I look at the bookcases

My own fingers

Your damn so called holy places

Far too long winters

So many high praises

A sick dogwood winter

Why would I ever drink anything but Cervezas

A certain type of splinters

In the summers of false acacias...

**Tw: a bit implied abuse, implied trauma, implied Ed **

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Please don't read if any of these will bother you. Take care of yourself. If you are interested in my writing look at my other stories that are less realistic and more fantasy from the book I am in progress of writing.

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She died with her eyes open. I couldn't imagine another way she would go out. The princess much too good for any other way. I was shaking. The stone against my back as I had watched. I had watched my princess fade. But I never belonged here anyway. No matter how many apologies. No matter how good they made life for me. I never belonged here. I belonged with my family in Romania. Dancing, singing. ...

"So who's going to die today?"

A sentence that used to make fun for me. I could feel it in my bones. I barely looked at faces as ribbons of flesh we cut. The village gone in seconds. But one certain stuck with me. A lady, fair, er, I mean I servant. She is now at least.. She used to have hair that was darker than obsidian. Longer than a river, seemed to flow on forever. That was until she was a...

I was just trying to be what you wanted. An unsaid sentence I've had run through my brain a million times. The times I was on my knees in the dark at the time unbeknown to me someone watching. The times I was hiding the piece of metal I was once proud to wear. War changes people. This war you were or you weren't. I was a practiced Catholic in their eyes. But in my own I was still on my knees in th...

**・****_Hallway_**_ _・__

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_People pass in the hall_

_People whom I should know all_

_But we just walk by _

_The people we've known our whole life_

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**・****_People I once knew_****・**__

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_Do I know you do I not_

_Years ago long forgot_

_People I once knew _

_Now peeled from my life like glue _...

If I was shown mercy I would be weak. But somehow in my mind I can help but yearn for the possibility that one time. But one time my Aunt would look upon me and think I wasn't anything but my fathers daughter. Amélie was here name. She lived up to it. Hard working sure. I shouldn't spite my family but I do. No matter how hard I tried I wasn't ever good enough. Too much like my Father or not enough...