This Is No Love Story

I wish I were anyone else but me, just for a moment.
A moment's all I need.
I would sail away, to the farthest sea, just to be anyone but me.

You were here in my life for so long, you were my best friend.
You understood me when others didn't.
You stood by me when I was at my worst.
You were an amazing person, but you injected yourself full of poison.
Did you want to die, or did you want that high?
I'm pretty sure it was both.
Honestly though, I don't care if dying was your choice. I still love you, and I'll always miss you.

You guys are seriously stupid.
You don't see what's in front of you.

That shy, quiet girl that always gives you compliments, passes you in the halls and blushes whenever you say 'hey'
Is
Deeply
In
Love
With
You.

She's too afraid you'll break her heart, so she's not going to tell you.
Its up to you to go up to her with two dozen of her favorite flowers, kiss her on the hand, and tell her, 'i love you too.'


His breathtaking eyes make me stare.
His smile released butterflies in my stomach.
His voice makes me melt.
Every time he whispers "I love you," my brain turns to mush, my heart stops, and I am frozen in that moment.

He is the reason I lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling.
He is the reason I am an insomniac.

She is dressed in a silvery white gown, looking so beautiful, so angelic. Her midnight-black hair frames her soft face, guiding you to her gray-blue eyes...those piercing eyes…every time you look into them, she makes you drown. Her body is slender, so fragile, as if a single touch would shatter her.

Walking to the bathroom, she slips out of her gown- revealing a black and blue body. The deep gashes in her back are fresh, proof of her disobedience. Scars cover her body beneath the bruises; the whip had been cruel to her.
She turns on the water, filling the tub full of icy water- makeup running down her porcelain face. She holds a knife in her hand, and she gently runs the blade across her arm, teasing her skin, splitting it slightly. The crimson flows from her arm, dripping onto the tub, turning its unstained white pink.

For the first time since she had fallen to him, she smiled.

She climbs into the tub; the cold water sends shivers of numbness throughout her body. Submerging herself fully into the water, she waits. Her blood vessels constrict, her heart slows.

She digs the knife into her flesh once more, letting the warm crimson tides mix with the freezing water.

Closing her eyes, she slowly fades away.