If This is What it Takes"I'm going to break your heart." she tells me."You already did." I laugh, "I'm not going to let you do it again."But she smiles and slams her fist into my chest."I don't love you," she says softly."I don't love you either," I lie. I pretend it hurts, but really, I can't feel a thing.Our eyes meet and I start to wonder what we're saying.But she turns and walks away, leaving me with tingling lips and a bruised heart.I'm so tired of being sad.--It's hard, watching his heart snap under that pressure. He's no twig, but he isn't strong enough to hold the whole world on his shoulders. He's got cracks, just like the rest of us. There's no trying. It's do or die. He's too close to dying for my taste.I ride the subway and think of him. I think of the way he curls up with his iPod in the corner of the battered car and stares out the window. It makes me wonder what he thinks about, what secrets he's keeping. I know he has some, and I worry that they're bad.I want to fix him. I want t
One Last Time"I don't love her," I protest.But I'm not even fooling myself.[rose,I keep waiting to feel your thorns.]"I love you," she whispers.Lies taste so sweet on her lips.
Shiver and CryHis eyes are dark and serious; the early morning shadows cover his body like bruises.His breath curls out like smoke from his mouth; a goodbye is frozen between his teeth.He shivers violently, his bones in sharp relief against his skin. She watches his heart flutter below his collarbone and imagines him chasing butterflies."Are you cold?" she asks.He folds his arms across his chest and presses his fingers against his shoulder blades. Their eyes lock and one last time it feels like fire. The goodbye melts onto his tongue, but he can't speak.Then she's gone, and cold rain begins to fall like tears on his face."Yes." he whispers.
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