as i lace my shoes up every morning with falling eyelids and reluctant fingers i always question
what exactly it is about the dark
that makes me feel the need to be distracted as long as possible
but i never seem to find an answer in double knots.
i'll spend the rest of the day yawning
and yet, when the sun hides behind the forest once more
i'll get restless all over again,
unable to lie still (even after a few tattoos)
to turn my mind off
and i'll spend the whole night
just thinking of you
and waiting for sleep to stop me
but it never seems to be able.
a/n
okay so you're prob all confused but surprise! I actually normally write poetry (which is why my chapters prob make no sense, I'm not used to writing like actual stories lmao) and Em (a genius!!!) thought it would be cool to include some of my ~poem skills~ as like journal entries?? but you have to guess who each one is from:)))))) anyway, here's the first one. sorry for my emo poetry! and comment which one of them u think this is from, I'm curious (though there's a pretty obvious hint???)
have a frantastic day luv u
-Brooklyn
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our lives don't collide (but our hearts did) Tronnor AU
Fanficconnor franta thought he knew everything there was to know about the residents of the slow little town of ivywood, pennsylvania. troye mellet thought that he'd never know what it felt like to be home, especially oceans away from half of his family...
