His Hands
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Mar 30, 2016
They were bigger than mine. His hands. Our fingers interlocked without effort and they stayed that way. Home. That's what he was to me. I stare at my hands and I remember. I remember your fingers in mine. I remember your fingers around my neck.
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" You didn't tell me it was going to be this hard . " " Oh but I didn't say it was going to be easy , but I did say we'd make it didn't I .? " " I can recall , yes . " " Than trust me , I love you . " " Do you mean it .? " " Yes and I'll say it until the day I can't produce breath from my lungs . "Complete
that's Y I wrote iT.
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. IComplete
Allison's Desire
Why don't you get it? I can never be good for you! I am worthless" I said trying to hold in my tears. There was no way he was going to see me cry. "They are beautiful to me. I don't see a single reason why you should hate them" he said moving his wheel chair closer to where I stood. "This" he said bringing my hand where I had some faint scars and kissing them. "Would always be a story to me of how you survived." He looked at me. There were no lies in them, just his pure truth. "I love you Aren" he said. For the first time since anyone said that to me, I believed it.Complete
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The scars on my neck...
In the end, what hurt me the most wasn't his hands or body... [By the way: this story contains/references 11 things I consider mature content Please read carefully]Complete
STONE
STONE π I love you but you want me away. So better see you happy with someone else than see you suffer with me. π I need you back but the more I run to you the more distance between us. πComplete
Beneath The Surface: Book Two
"After every time I had wasted on someone who didn't matter, you came along and didn't even touch me. You didn't hold my hand, kiss me or even give me high fives. I'd just watch you from afar, falling more and more in love with what I saw. I couldn't care less about not touching you. All I cared about was if you were safe. And I've found that that is what love truly is and truly should be." (Updates every Wednesday and Saturday!)Complete
Saving Skyler
I held my head in my hands gripping my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as possible. I felt sick and angry, I was lost without him.Complete
" You didn't tell me it was going to be this hard . " " Oh but I didn't say it was going to be easy , but I did say we'd make it didn't I .? " " I can recall , yes . " " Than trust me , I love you . " " Do you mean it .? " " Yes and I'll say it until the day I can't produce breath from my lungs . "
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