The face of my sun, gleaming and glorious, as we sit, the warm feeling enrapturing, I want to be by your side with every step into the light....

I am a bad person. These choices rippling out devastating those caught in between. I’m pulled apart in two directions, tripping and falling with every step grasping on substance for support, I’m sorry, for leaning too much, did you break?

You’re fragile, you can’t handle my weight, retreating and leaving you behind, when you run after me (as you always do) i’ll push you away (as I always do), i’...

The walls brown, slowly peeling off, leaving a blank beige mute of color or noise, the pictures have always had eyes, staring up from their shattered domains, I’m sorry, the tears and shouts, they mean nothing anymore you’re not here, and I barely am....

In muted tones, the world is dressed in beige, A tranquil shade, a canvas without rage. It whispers tales of sands in distant lands, And tranquil shores where endless beauty stands.

Amidst the vibrant, bold, and vivid schemes, Beige rests in quiet, in sleepless dreams. In subtlety, its elegance does gleam, A color like a whisper in a dream....

That word like tired, The word that feels heavy on your lips, Slow and dragging on your tongue, That weight that sits on your chest at night, Confining you to blank thoughts, And makes you sleep past your alarm.

Bones and muscles aching, Just to stop the endless stretching And tears inflicted, Day by day, Saying you'll get stronger, But it hurts, But don't be weak, don't stop, sleep.

The mornin...

This is a letter for you. I’m sorry for what I said yesterday, and I think—I know that it’s best if I move on. I also know this letter will mean little to nothing to you, but I hope you know how much it means to me. I just wish I could’ve stopped before it went to far, that our story didn’t end with this letter.

Goodbye, The lady across the street...

This is a letter for you. I’m sorry for what I said yesterday, and I think—I know that it’s best if I move on. I also know this letter will mean little to nothing to you, but I hope you know how much it means to me. I just wish I could’ve stopped before it went to far, that our story didn’t end with this letter.

Goodbye, The lady across the street...

Start with this end, that’s framed in the middle, that’s hopefully a new beginning.

I can see clearly now, for better or worse, I can hear the whispers, facing my back.

Eventually you’ll look into your mirror, and see a face, your face, just different.

Curls instead of friz, Contacts in place of glasses, eyeliner and lip gloss, tank tops and jeans, your reflection has faded, mine hasn’t...

This honey sick sweetness, infecting my bones, I’m indebted to you, I’ll stop casting stones,

The distance between us once felt very cold, but one step forwards, now that distance feels old....

Sorry that this doesn’t make any sense. Such is the beauty of this prompt. Read this like it’s a random scene grabbed out of a book. (I know the characters are inconsistent and the dialogue is trash. I’m outside if my comfort zone) Anyways :) read it and maybe you’ll enjoy the chaos!

Rowan spasmed in pain, doubling over and vomiting onto the grass. She stepped forward to do something—-anything,...