Hi.I've thought about kissing you over and over, but it could ruin everything for both of us or you might not like it, and that happening - the idea of finally getting the nerve and sheer stupidity to try and then you not wantingitneedingitlovingit is even worse than the ruin.Hi. by pseudonym-blue
(It would be on the cheek. Maybe on the neck, if I was brave.)
I love being around you, I love hugging you and touching you, I love being the one to make you laugh or happier.
But I hate it when it's anyone else. I hate her for having no claim to you but being able to get away with touching you, saying anything to you, sitting on your lap. I could never do any of these things without being anxious that you'd be thinking about how much you wished I'd go away. Of you being disgusted with me.
I'm always finding you, keeping you from spending time alone with your boyfriend at school, the only time you can. And it's okay to prefer being with the person you love over your sometimes-annoying sometimes-boring friends. I und
FirstI left.First by pseudonym-blue
And you let me go, because my hands had been sweaty wrapped around your neck and their shaking had kept you from feeling the caress in my touch.
Opposite NarcissistHow fascinating to beOpposite Narcissist by pseudonym-blue
the opposite of a narcissist.
To press in on yourself and know that you will never be enough.
To wake alone in a room without mirrors.
To find yourself descending, the last thing you feel warmth and hair and skin as you drift into the cool, clear water.
To watch the rain by looking up from beneath it, to feel the water seeping into your veins. To hear the sound of rain upon a pond.
Washed eyes drift closed in the dull, freshwater light before the shoreside flower grows.
Long hair falls over the face of the terrestrial observer. A hand breaks the water, and the figure g(r)asps.
From a dream far away, you wake up. Rainclouds are replaced by a spidered ceiling.
The space beside you is not empty. The familiar hand is there again.
How interesting to be opposite a narcissist.
YouYou by pseudonym-blue
Being single and unhappy, you often think of your bed.
When you come home from school or work or wherever you have to go during the day, you imagine someone waiting there for you. Someone curled under the blankets, blinking sleepily and fighting to stay awake.
Someone warm and soft and beautiful, someone kind. Someone that could make you feel desirable and safe. Complete, even, for the first time.
It’s a nice dream, isn’t it?
You open the door to your bedroom, feeling disappointment wash over you as you see your bed in the same state it was when you left in the morning, missing the characteristic shape of another person sleeping. You cross your arms and dig your nails into your skin, perhaps to steady yourself, perhaps punishingly.
Of course no one would be there – why would someone be? Nobody knows where you live, there are locks on your door.
No one would be interested.
You don’t bother to turn on the heater as you strip down, the
|"Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person." - Gerard Way.|