Prince Charming.My prince charming smokes a pack a day.I like the way he smells.We start talking because I told him his eyebrow piercing is top notch.He says he has another piercing somewhere else.He'll propose to me while we're at the tattoo parlor.My wedding ring will be pierced to my nipple.My dream wedding is on a rainy night in a cheap casino in Vegas.I'm sure to have a good time there.My brides made will be my friend T.J.He's a homosexual.My perfect honey moon is a camping trip in his backyard.It's hilarious to wake up to him cussing at mosquitos.My white picket fence is the bed of his truck.It's fun to watch the stars.The h
Thorn :Segment:Arc pulled her close to his chest and held her while she wept. He didn’t say anything. He just held her. She sank into his arms and lifelessly curled up to him close.She felt her heart sink. She hated the feeling, but Arc was there. He promised that one night he would protect her from anything.But he can’t protect her from her own selfish feelings.He cares about her.But he cares enough to let her go and live for herself.
Broken Heart :Segment:She stood on the concrete barrier of the roof top. She has no intention of falling. When her parents disowned her and called her a freak, she promised herself that she’d never let another person hurt her so much she wanted to die. She always thought suicide was cheating, you don’t learn your lesson that way.She stepped back onto the building and leaned on the barrier. Her throat hurt, but not as much as her heart. She tried to stifle the sobbing, but it was no use. She didn’t want it to go like this. She never thought her own friend would be the breaker of the bond between Dundram and her. Her hair was still tig
Cynical smiles. A loud stifled grunt came from underneath a nearby car. She blinked in disbelief. It wasn’t there the day before. She walked over and knelt by the car, and another grunt sounded from under. She cautiously peered into the shadow— A bloody hand shot out from under the car and took hold of her wrist and she yelped. It was a man’s hand, strong and aggressive; it wouldn’t let go. She yanked and jerked her arms in all sorts of uncomfortable angles, but he just wouldn’t let go. She gave one final tug, and yanked the man out from under the car instead of out of his grasp. He was lying backwards on an old skateboard, a
Every damn time.She can be kind... In a perverse kind of way.She can be sincere... In a loud kind of way.We go to the mall together, and she insists that she's right about most everything.She has a God complex.I don't tell her what I thinkEvery time I try to open up to her,All I can think of is,"I don't want to talk about it."Every time I try to compliment her,All I can think of is,"I want to be alone."Every time she's right and I agree,All I can think of is,"You're a fucking idiot."Every time there's an awkward silence,All I can think of is,"I'm hanging up now."Every time I try to appologize to her,All I can think of is,
I don't like people.One day I'm going to muster up the courage to tell my favorite singers,'You changed my life, and I want to thank you for that.'Then shake their hand and walk away.But right now, whenever I hear their voices,it sends shivers up my spine and is a subtle reminder.My mother's boyfriend once told me,'That band is just trying to be cool, but only coming off as lunatics.'One day I'm going to muster up the courage to tell him,'The only reason my mother is with you is because she's getting old and you're the only one she hasn't gotten bored with.'Then turn to my mother and say,'The only reason he's dating you is because he's one of
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