ninjat
I am a reader. A reader of emotions, of expressions, of feelings, of vibes. Reading is a skill, a talent of sorts. It is a burden that I am expected to bear.
Lost. Alone. Forgotten. That's how I felt as I sat curled up on the hard wood floor. How could they have left me? I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, all I could do was think. Think about what was forgotten.
Love is a myth; a lie. It is a fabricated story that people tell their children, but in truth don't believe themselves. At least that's what I thought, until I met you.
Just a pawn in your lit tle game, eas ily dis pens able. You think that you can use me until you have had your fill? Well you’re wrong; I’m not a pawn, I am the queen.
Velvet smooth skin caressed by calloused hands; rough from the stresses of life. The touch sent an electric pulse down her skin.
The beach is my home, it always will be. Growing up with the waves in your back yard spoils you; it makes you believe that that is normal. Moving to a landlocked state in the middle of the countryside made me realize just how out of the norm my little paradise is.
Bleach spots on your favorite jeans. You used to say it was because they were well loved. You wore them so much, they were your favorite after all.
That outfit you wore was truly revolting. Mustard yellow wool coat and matching skirt with powder blue trim and combat boots. I cringe just thinking of it.
Without you I though life would be meaningless. I thought that you were my life, my world. Turns out you were just a person passing through, transitional. Life without you is just that, it's life, and it goes on just fine.
Matching clothes, matching people, matchy matchy, does it ever work? Explore a little, who wants a perfect match? Try putting on two different socks; no matter what anyone says they still work perfect together.
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