Something terrible and divine, something that builds me up, and breaks me down to nothing. How did something so full of divine horror, something that I preached so wholeheartedly happen to me?
I've spoken of the gravity of lovers, never having perpetual rotation with another before, only one sided; if you get my wave length. Only the obsession that comes from worship, never fully devote enough, I thought, if I was devote, maybe they would like me back? That was until they swept me away to places I didn't want to be and the night of comedy and death wishes.
End of act one
I never thought that I would experience the gravity lovers' do, the one thing I preached about, without knowing the feeling of it, until them.
Painfully mortal, head in the clouds and pool in the basement.
I feel safe with them, was that the difference between that which was divine and human?
But didn't divinity create man?
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poems and short stories
Acakpreviously "fireworks reflected in your eyes" I don't feel like that fit the piece anymore, and I needed a change but I still want it to be taken seriously. My earlier work (earlier chapters) are worse please stick em out and read the good stuff ♡♡ ...
