we met when we were thirteen.
that's all you know about Before
and you've never asked, so
I never told you
that
a loud, superhero-obsessed extrovert
could be broken
could forget who they were
could never want to live
could fall and
wonder why,
it was happening again
why does power
seem to rule out any logic
that 'they' weren't
'nice students'
'polite children'
that 'they' were
my tormentors
my nightmare
except
I couldn't just wake up
and it all be a dream
and
I met
'you'
why are
my hobbies,
my personality,
my life
such a
joke to
'them'?
So,
when we met,
the
'new'
me
is all
you
know
I'm glad you
don't know
about the
scars
that I've
somehow
kept hidden from
you
for so
long
YOU ARE READING
And So She Wonders
Fanfiction'The oceans are fading, the sky is red, the stars are disappearing and we are dying. Where are our heros now?' Random Miraculous Ladybug one-shots and poems that have probably nothing to do with the aforementioned fandom. ( Or any at that.)
