misticmage

Don’t you feel better, now that you know why? Don’t you feel better? Just because you changed the label from stupid to dyslexic does not make it better. Do you think the others in class care? I'm still the dunce in there. We will get you an exemption, so you don’t have to do so much. Yes, yes that will be so much better. “Look she's so thick they pulled her from the class.” Weren’t you just saying last week how vital it was to have a foreign language? That colleges won't accept you without one. Don’t you care about what this will do to me? What people will think of me? At least let me pretend, if

You know she hated that retro motor bike. Ella always said you would break you neck on it. She even considered getting you a new hover-bike for your birthday. But we both know it wouldn’t have mattered. It wouldn’t matter if you were on the ground or in the air. The real issue was with your constant disappearing acts for weeks at a time and without any warning. Do you have any idea how many hours of my life I lost to worrying about you and listening to her raving complaints? You should have been paying me compensation. But that was the other problem wasn’t it. You never listened, not to anyone and certainly not to her. Ho

I'm used to it. You don’t realise how tragic that sounds until you say it. You don’t even think about it. They sit there and they ask, how? I'm used to it. I'm used to losing, to failing, to falling, to people dying. Anytime something happens you just end up waiting for the other shoe to drop. You know how it goes. You don’t get the things you want, There’s always something waiting for you. Ready to pull you back, knock you off your feet. Stupid, silly little girl, sitting in the quiet. Look at you even now; Poor little me, I'm used to it. What are you doing? Looking for pity? You think you’re the only on

You’re a silly thing aren’t you? Laughing and scoffing at love struck fools. No, no of course you don’t believe in love I'm sure you say. But look inside your mind my dear, Tell me what you see, you romantic fool. You’ll love him till the end of your days won't you? Even when he betrays you. You’ll think about him when wake won’t you? Even when he has forgotten you. Romantic fool, you are worse than those doting tools, At least they have someone to love. They don’t let love slip through their fingers They are griped by something greater than your fear. So tell me silly creature, Why do you laugh

Pretty bird pretty bird, can't you hear me singing? Pretty bird can't you hear me calling? I'm flying I'm falling. Pretty bird pretty bird, I'm drowning I'm dying. Pretty bird pretty bird, why don’t you fly? Stretch up your wings out far and wide. Pretty bird pretty bird, Flap your lovely wings, soar into the sky Sing me your sweet lullaby. There’s no one else to hear you sing Why are you afraid to let them in? Pretty bird pretty bird you can be brave, you can soar and sing Pretty bird pretty bird, you don’t need anyone For you to become anything.

It surprisingly wasn’t that cold out despite the late hour. She sat with a slouch, half leaning on the back of the bench and half against his leg. He remained perched on the back of the bench, idly spinning a broken arrow between his thumb and forefinger, a frown on his face and his eyes narrowed in a glare. Neither of them had moved in the past twenty minutes nor had they spoken. She had arrived as the text had asked and received a mere grunt as a greeting, causing her to raise a single brow and move to sit at his side. “I hate to rush you love, but some of us have lectures in the morning and sitting on a park bench at three am

It was quiet again. So quiet it felt a crime to utter a single word. She stood by the window granite eyes lazily scanning for anything unusual on the horizon. He almost laughed when he saw the bare, upward tilt of her head as her eyes turned to the heavens. The familiar scowl disappearing and eyes showing the slightest signs of hidden wonder. He enjoyed these moments. Those bare traces of innocence still left in her. But he also despised them. The moment she knew she was not alone the frown or scowl would return and dark eyes turned hard with resolve. The only comfort he had was that he knew she loved this. She loved the fight, the climb to

She was laughing. In the middle of the forest, chilled to the bone in the pouring rain and she was laughing. He never felt so light. Standing there watching, waiting for her to see him, everything else disappeared. All the dread, all the fear, something had finally gone right. He wished he could have felt like this forever. His breath hitched when she turned, eyes wild and glowing as she stared. “Hey there beauty.” He hardly recognized his own voice in the whispered greeting. She shook her head. A mix of a sob and a laugh escaping her before she was running. She was warm, despite the cold. She was warm. She shook as she clun

You say you wish you had a talent, something to work towards. I have that, and I need it. I need it more then I need to breath. But I can't do it. I can't improve or grow or flourish when you take up all of my time. You’re my best friend and I love you to death, but I need this. I need solitude and contemplation. I need to feel agonies of emotion on my own that make my chest ache so much I can't breathe and joys that keep my smiling and dancing. I love you, but I need to be alone. Even if I never amount to anything, if my writings never see the light of day, this is something I need. Please try to understand that.