there's script on my hands (＆ it kinda looks like poetry)

[ruse]

she felt him die in her kiss.
this is the man who she fought with.
this is the man she loves.
this is the man she wants (wanted) to live with. he died in her kiss.
his lips pressing against hers and his breath fading along hers. it breaks her, her friends (her family) will recount. broken girl walks the open street and the tears are dry on her cheeks and she looks down because everywhere else she sees him. she turns back to the old days because she can't depend on anything expect her frantic past.
she has killed and sometimes when she blinks she can see the blood stained on her fingers like watermelon on her summer top (do you remember me? do you remember me?).
the most important thing, he had said with hollow mirth in his voice, was saving everyone.
he was dying and she was in love. she told him no, it was him. he was the most important thing in her mind.
he smiled but he was dying and it showed and she was in love and he died in her kiss.
no room for crying. broken girl walking the open streets.
shaky.
stumbling.
but not afraid.
the tears makes dry canyons on her cold skin and everywhere she sees except down is where he'll be. she turns back to the old days because she thinks she wants to save someone / because she couldn't save him.



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o man her survival syndromeee i am watching the self-destruct episode from nikita rn? and i am hollerING !!! the last episode killed me (like a certain person did, actually two? but trying to keep this low on spoilers i guess) so here i am writing and watching and recovering haha

[ruse]

• there are still words i keep in my bones like marrow, the ones i can't and won't let go of.
  
• she walks like a person made out of glass.
  
• there's something about love -do you call it a disease or an addiction?- that makes you irrational and hurries logic and you tell yourself you're not good enough for her, he's out of your league to keep your heart from breaking; love makes you vulnerable (it's a war you've thrown yourself into).
  
• the boy who loved a girl, who swallows it down every day so she can smile; the girl who loves that boy and chokes on her feelings so he doesn't have to worry. the boy who knows nothing of love and keeps one eye closed and his mind guarded ─ i think, i think, i pretend.
  
• heart knocking on her chest like a door that won't unlock
  
• elegant in defeat
  
• the sun plunges into the ocean and it's rlly orange for like thirty minutes ok and the sky sorta kisses the ocean, there's a lot of conflicting colors and it becomes warm warm reds and oranges and pinks to cool arctic blues and purples and lovely lovely violets and do u get me or nah i'm just saying i rlly love sunsets and writing them ok
  
• (can you hear her falling apart?) she is rebuilding herself in the spaces of his blinks.
  
• icarus: fate plays a cruel card.

[raey]

this is the life i choose seriously gave me shivers O.o
good ones
it felt a bit distant and yet very close
that was an interesting experience to read O.o

just a question; do you ever plan on using the sentences you are gathering in prompts?

I really have to get one more thing out:
you are really good in writing love/romance related texts
it is wonderful because you are not sliding off into kitsch

[ruse]

ahh i hope it did? the emotions in that episode were v raw and i was crying when it happened rip
!! but i get that for sure, i'm glad i was able to portray that feeling into words and do the character proper justice

tbh? i haven't thought that far yet. but probably for warm-ups some day when i'm running low, or i might let other ppl use them for inspo ye

ahh thank you! i was worried it was getting repetitive, bc basically i only write sad texts or prose saturated in romance and the like haha

[ruse]

BABY, WON'T YOU CATCH ME?
dancing on tightlines, putting on charades / like a circus in a girl, / a girl i
n a circus / in painted masks and painted emotions, telling herself she is m
ade out of magic / like peter pan and waiting, waiting to fall / i hope tink
er bell will catch me, she thinks quietly / she never falls / she is practice
d / it shows in her smile and dramatic frown and body language / her voic
e when she pretends to slip, / her laugh when she makes a scripted joke o
f her director's, the mind /

making up lies /
keep the ruse alive /

don't let go, /


she'll never fall.

(if you carve out a place inside your heart, no one'll ever find your sorrow)

[ruse]

DON'T LOOK IN
if i lock my lips up, no one will ever have to see me scream. if i stitch myself up after i tear apart,
no one will have to see me broken. if i keep quiet, i can carry on.
my smile is always the kind you can copy and paste
and there's an ache when i plaster it on and bandage my blisters,
because i know i'm lying and i'm hurting but i'm used to the rose thorns pricking my fingers and telling me to go under. my eyes,
they're broken mirrors that look in to nowhere, cages up a version of me i want dead.


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this week has been radical but i'll get some more stuff in prob?? i have some things on my phone from a few weeks ago so we'll see how it goes i guess
edit 092219: i abandoned this writing thread a while ago but visit my new one. its less het and more subtle on the emo