PrismaCreator

I lay in bed at ten and I think of you. I think of the way the green highlights in your eyes seem to change. I think of the easygoing way that you tease. I think of the way you run your fingers through your hair when you're zoning out. I think of the way you can fall asleep by me so easily. Or maybe that's just in general. I think of how I never seem to see you in the mornings, but you see me. I think of the metal smell that surrounds you. And your jacket. I think of how you let me borrow it yesterday when I was shivering. I think of how then I had three layers, and you only a t-shirt. I think of how it was 53 degrees that day. I think of ho

And so I stumble headfirst Into a feeling that I thought was gone And while I may be blind The feeling in my chest is bright And it shall lead the way Through this maze of you You are more than I expected And more than I deserve And I barely understand you But I understand the feeling that is now I refuse to waste this chance

I remove your constellation from the sky And I do it with a simple, stuttering sigh For you were too much and not enough You were beautiful and perfect in every way But you  acted scattered and lost So now in the cold night The stars you pointed out They’re fading, but I let them Because it is what I must do Because I am ready to let go

NOTICE: there was a 26.5. If you didn't read it, please go back and do so now. It was dark. You were alone and naked in a dark… place. It didn't feel like a room. It was far too empty and far too cold. Chills were sent up your back as you got up and walked. You just kept walking, hoping it would take you somewhere. You looked to the right of you. A row of the remaining cursed like you. Walking like you. They were in perfect sync with your body. You walked faster, and they did as well. There was a feeling that came to you. It was pulling you down. It was like gravity got stronger. You felt smaller. Your bones hurt. You looked down at

"Mom why did we have to move here?" You asked, feeling every bump while your mother drove to your new house. "Well with your drunk-ass father... gone, I'm the only one left to supply the house with money. This job should be able to keep us moving." Your mom explained. You scowled at her. “Don’t talk about my dad that way! He was a great man and a patient one to deal with you and feed your bottomless hole of a mouth.” This is going to be a long ride, you thought. She began lecturing you as you turned up the music playing on your phone as high as you could, blocking out her voice. Now you wanted to jump out of the car. Anywh

There was once a small bird Her feathering was beautiful She was loved But she dreamed of something Something she couldn't have And she dreamed of wings She waited and waited for them Day after day Night after night Until one day they grew And she could fly She jumped on her feet She readied herself And she jumped And she began to fall She kept falling and falling She was sure she would die She hit branches as she dropped Farther and farther Until she fell into a human's hands She was uninjured She was healthy And she loved the human for it The human took her home And locked her in a cage She was happy with her life there She had all she