His eyes linger lovingly on the blush of her cheeks- an adoring stare, an emotional gaze. There were sparkle in his irises and sparks within his chest, and his words were songs he's never written.
She laughs to something he said, and he feels triumph and relief. Her hair, her voice feels light hanging in the air. Her bright lipstick unstained, flawlessly worn, but his smile for her was better.
She questions his presence. He lays out a blueprint of his heart. Its mechanisms and functions, all fueled up by
Her.
She causes his presence- his existence. As if she created him. As if she puppets him around. It is her smile, her laughter, her tears, her.
At the truth, she ends him. She ends him in his ways. She cuts the strings of the puppet and destroys him.
She never wanted any of this.
There weren't sparkle in her irises nor sparks within her chest, and his words were just ones she's ever heard of before.
It was all him all along.
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[08/05/17]
a/n (03/07/18): it wont be fitting to this piece but go listen to tessa violet's crush its sO freaking cute
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Lost Chapters
PoésieI'm sorry I never wrote about you--you were my secret. - [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them: some of others.]
