GeminiPsyche

He never saw it coming. Like good things in life claim to, it came to the boy waiting, waiting for the school bus to come, waiting for his mom and new sister to come home, waiting to graduate, waiting to grow up—waiting. It would be said about him that he was the boy who could wait forever as long as he knew what he was waiting for. But he never saw it coming. His bowl sat on the steps, the grains inside growing soggier by the minute. He hated soggy cereal. Around the bowl, spots of milk were soaking into the hardwood panels. The school bus had been early that morning. It was parked, not in its usual spot across the road from his hous

Is it "empty" if you were never filled with anything before you became filled with nothing? Is it still "alone" if you were never a part of something that existed in the absence of the only person who ever showed up? Is it still "life" if you don't feel alive, and continually die on the inside?

I’ve seen us Together. Not “together” like two people walking down the street at the same time; “together” like two people sharing the same breath after sharing a kiss. I’ve imagined what a future would be like if it were you and I. We’re the types that could keep the fire going long after the coals had been burned up and become ash. I could pick your brain for ages, dates, and historical facts… I don’t think I could ever get tired of you. You don’t have to, It would be nice you did, though… Haven’t you ever thought the same, even for a second?

What good is a heart if one does not Utilize its chambers And vaults And valves And hallways, To hold stories, To hide secrets, To invite friends in When they have nowhere else to go ...? What good is the human brain If one does not Exercise its muscle By solving problems, By fixing hearts that have become to full With secrets, Or have been empty for too long? What good is the human body If one does not Stretch its arms around another, Help another up when they have fallen, Sit with those who cannot yet stand? What good am I If I don't Take your pain away When it becomes too much for you to handle? If I don't Help you to see the reflection

I feel like I’m becoming more “me” than I used to be— Before, I was afraid of “me”, So I would just say “I don’t know who I am” – Or maybe I really didn’t know… And this is my journey to self-discovery? Maybe I’m just putting together pieces of people I know I like… Whatever it is that I’m doing… I think I like who it’s allowing me to become.

I’d like to think that I am Bulletproof. But the truth is, I’m simply a glass Half shattered For different reasons altogether.

Billowing through the curtains, the wind tried to whisper to her. Secrets she needed to hear, secrets that scared her. She turned her head away, and the whispers feel on deaf ears. Vengeance - the chilling fingers grasped her skin, to the bone she shivered. Fear creeping in through every pore, stealing her bravado, steeling her blood. She turned back to see the spirits mocking her false courage, enticing her with the secrets she longed to fear. Amber spells at their fingertips and shriveled curses at their command - theirs was the season of curses, the season of death. Before this, before tonight she was someone else. Never had the

Sometimes I think you’re like a hot coal If I try to remove you from my life I get burned, And if I try to cover you up, You just burn a deeper hole into my heart. I can’t walk away with these scars. You don’t have to take care of the flames But will you at least sweep away the ashes?

The heart beats faster, Breath is determined not to be caught. Let loose the butterflies! I felt invincible, incredible, I knew what I was feeling, too: It was love. I felt safe around you -- I wanted to let myself be vulnerable. I could only think of how we could become closer. You allowed me to feel this way. I loved those feelings. And because you gave them to me, I thought I loved you. I was wrong. They were feelings, And you are a person. It took me far too long, but now I realize: People can give us feelings And feelings can lead us to people, But, in the end, the two are not the same. How's that for 'being in love with love'?