PyroNinja999

Hunting Coyotes Footfall of a frost-faced hunter heavy with a winter kind of hope; Moon-eyed, taut-eared, one paw raised above the stream. You thought I would shatter with the sharp bark of the gun, but moonlight still sparkles in a spray of wet pearls along my sides. I am cold teeth, I am the blood-stopping stare.

to the star girl on the edge of my tongue: your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work quilt comprised of sleepless nights and restless days. the world around you romanticizes the sadness that fills you like a broken well, but you know they’re wrong -- having a darkness that threatens to overwhelm you every single moment isn’t glamorous at all. you’ve started to trace your skin with a knife again, itching to press a little harder, to draw on your body the only way you know how. but you won’t. because that will mean that you’re just as far gone as they think you are. and there’s still a sliver insi

She asked him gently, “Do you love me?” In his long silence, she found closure, And left her love under a willow tree.

The distance between Dublin and Boston is approximately 3000 miles. You told me this when you were staring south west with the kind of madness I have only seen in sailor’s eyes when they lived in lighthouses too small for their giant ship dreams. It should have worried me, that glint in your eyes. I just dismissed it as one of your navigational tantrums. When we went to the pub later that evening, you told me I should have the fish and chips, but the way you like it, with more vinegar and no tartar sauce. I said that made it too salty, and you told me that was how real sailors ate their fish. My reactions always were slow to your behav

“I have issues.” “That’s a revelation.” “No. Seriously. I have issues.” “All right. I’ll bite. What’s going on?” “I don’t think I’m ever going to find someone who’ll love me.” "..." “What? Why're you looking at me like that?” “You aren’t serious, right?” “I am glad my pain makes you so incredulous.” “All right, let me try this again. If you can't find someone who loves you, who am I to you?” “You’re-” “Don’t answer that. That was rhetorical. I am the girl

1. Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one. (And they never mention what happens after the stars fade into morning and the other falls into oblivion) 2. Because they say that people fall in love when the time is right, they are true to each other and are ready to be together. (But no one ever mentions how she is so damaged she can barely think, and he is so cynical that he may never be ready.) 3. Because they insist that your soulmate is going to be a good, kind, caring human being who will love you from the bottom of their hearts. (This is due to the fact that even

My mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed. My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask. I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreci