Red Velvet Pancakes Make Me Cry

Skinny Love

A/N: This is terrible. It really is. At least in comparison to my other stories, but I don't know what to write about. PLEASE SEND ME IDEAS: phrases, storylines, names, purple monkeys, anything. I don't know what to write about (See, now, I'm repeating myself). The random writing prompt website was deleted: my career (or whatever flimsy pieces that had existed) is over.

P.S. Is anyone good at making covers? Or can introduce me to anyone willing (or forcefully coerced) to make covers? (And bonus if they're good at it)

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There was a lot of I-love-you's and I-miss-you's,

but not enough hugs and kisses. (XOXO printed on cards don't count.)

Why couldn't you love me enough?

Well, I guess that I didn't love you enough to hold onto you.

or to chase after you.

Our love just wasn't sustainable.

Because I would hand you my heart,

and you'd give me yours,

and both of us would leave them at the table,

forgotten.

When we finally came back to the topic,

I would wipe the dust off of my neglected heart

while you would smooth out the edges of your crooked heart.

We'd both look up and when

the crystal orbs of our eyes found each other

we'd both know.

But, I would pretend,

that we were fate.

and for fate, I could've done anything.

simply because it's fate.

so each time

that I crawled into the empty side of our cold, hard bed,

I would pray,

"Come on skinny love, just last the year."