once upon a dream,
a girl met a boy, a beautiful boy. a boy who had hair like midnight and eyes like captured regrets; tears that had never fallen found a new home in his heart. like shrapnel, they tore him apart. it was like a million sunsets erupting under her skin; she'd never seen anything as surreal as him.
falling , that's what happened when she met this chameleon. he shifted everything in her life, , he tore apart every fibre that had tied itself in place, strong thread woven out of murdered dreams that kept all of the lies looking pretty and helping her feel whole.
in a matter of seconds, he had stopped the world. it had never really been spinning, but he stopped it anyways. his sadness and his fragments (;ofaHEART) caused her to feel moved, and the way he lit up inside when he was happy, made her live again. the way his voice started a pulse was similar to the way a puzzle comes together. all the pieces are ripped and feel rough because of all the time spent trying to jam them all in place for so long, places they didn't belong.
how did he know where they went? how did he know how to fix everything, just by being alive today.
he came so close, it caused her pain. not that being near him was painful, but being near him felt like a sin. she knew this couldn't be meant to be, she thought, surely he'd be happier with her, not me. sometimes the answer that always fits finds away to scream until the ground breaks, and ressurect itself from the deepest bowels of your heart.
so she threw him away, and never told him the truth. she didn't tell him that despite not knowing him very well, in the weirdest of ways he had given her a gift; hope. he'd brought her back from the dead.
letting him go is something she doesn't right now have the strength to do, but she knows someday she'll have to give away this sin, especially because she knows if it was possible to love someone too much, it'd be him.
goodbye, midnight eyes.
i'm very happy to have met you, but now i have to close my eyes and let this dream go, let it go into the pile with others.
if it means anything at all, you were always the sweetest dream.
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by m u r d e r . m y . H E A R T .
awee this is what i am feeling.
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sweeeet & beautifully written, i get what you're saying
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STUNNING job with this piece!
I absolutely adore the tale you've woven here.
Brilliant word usage/imagery and great flow.
Bravo
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Holygeeez. This is absolutely incredible. I love how you penned this, your words were so. Touching. haha. Beautiful, love.
-so she threw him away, and never told him the truth. she didn't tell him that despite not knowing him very well, in the weirdest of ways he had given her a gift; hope. he'd brought her back from the dead.
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Wow. Amazing.
Iloveit. :]
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what a touching tale, beautifully written with great emotions underlining each word with sadness, but hope. excellent write.
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I LOVE IT
the story and prose done in the center new and unique and it worked so ever very well i love how you started this how it had a modern fairytale feel how it showed strength in emotion and imagery and how some wording i would have never though of but it made so much sense. wow
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