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He drove as she bent over him He stopped and opened the glove compartment but the box was empty It didn’t bother her But he said it was too risky, keep going it would be over soon
The windows were foggy And her dress was somewhere on the back seat He mumbled an excuse that meant it was over
She shut the car door with force, tore off her dress And sat on the edge There was a stain on the black satin
He made her desire what ought not be desired He was the night; unfathomable and enigmatic
Inevitability of VulnerabilityHe stripped me of my armour, every time Vulnerability was inevitable,Inevitability of Vulnerability
All my thoughts now his My every ounce of strength yielded Feeling both security and insecurity He stripped me of my armour With the slightest of words, I was his But he was not mine
Climbing and Falling“Hey wait!” She followed him out the door, closing it behind her. He paused on the porch steps and turned to face her. “What’s up?” He said, momentarily curious.Climbing and Falling
“Thanks for being there for me last night” She breathed. “You’re welcome, glad I could help” He mused, clearly remembering the point in time when she was there for him and helped him through his dark phase. “It’s just... I’m fed up with not getting what I want. There are so many things I want…” She paused, looking absentmindedly into the distance.
“But I’ve never had t
BellaSeptember, that was the golden month. That was the month that we were at our best. That was the month we helped each other through our exams. We discussed his girlfriends obnoxious ex-boyfriend and that we both new he was truly just jealous. It was the month we realized that we could carry a sophisticated conversation late into the night. The end of this month wasn’t so golden, at least not for him. But getting your heart broken can pull you closer to people. It was the month he would call me bella. October, was the month that they would stay up late talking, just talking. Perhaps discussing how difficult their English homework wasBella
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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