How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,More Like This
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Even when the raindrops would never end.
His BallerinaA gown of silk, flowing as a stream,More Like This
Her footsteps so gentle, perhaps she was a dream,
As he crouches near bushes to glare at the unseen,
And she danced like ballerina.
Her fingers combed her golden hair,
A perfect lady who didn't care
To see the man that would never dare
To touch a ballerina.
But desire grew, and patience died,
As a lovely girl danced before his eyes,
So he buried his heart, pulled out a knife,
And tickled the ballerina.
She fought his hands, in fear of death,
A dirty blade sinking through her chest,
For he would never settle for something less,
As she screamed,
She took her final breath...
And the wind grew calm, barely blowing on the stream.
Her voice so quiet (perhaps it was a dream).
As he closes his eyes, cradling his queen...
His beautiful ballerina.
Chapter 10: A Bargain Made Part IIMore Like This
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Marceline and Ondolemar froze as the world moved around them in a dance. As the Whiterun guards closed in from behind, the Thalmor soldiers bled from the entrance way and lined the stairs leading up to Dragonsreach. There, in their black robes that glinted against the faint midday sun, the soldiers made a formation around Balgruuf and Elenwen.
“Kiss me now,” Ondolemar murmured, as he came to a complete stop. He knew that this was likely the last time he’d see his wife alive. Standing before the Jarl of Whiterun and the Thalmor Emissary he pulled Marceline close and kissed her in a way that lovers kiss before doom envelops them completely.
“Seize them!” Elenwen shouted as Thalmor soldiers grabbed both Marceline and Ondolemar, yanking them apart, dragging them before the jarl and emissary.
The guard bound Mar