He looked over when he heard me yawn and smiled my favourite crooked smile "You're up. How were your dreams?" I could tell that it still bothered him that he couldn't hear my thoughts. This comforted me though.
"Peaceful. They were all about you." I smiled and got out of the bed. The floor was cold surprisingly, considering the warm sunshine pooling there. I walked to his side and rest my head against him. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.
"No Jacob?" he asked.
It kept spreading. How? How did it keep spreading? These insane thoughts....Why did what was such a small curruption continue to grow until it was almost an obsession?
At first, it was only just an occasional fluttering thought. A blink of a daydream.....He passed it off as memories. It was a rather eventful day in his life. But...But every time he thought.....The longer he thought....The more feelings he felt....
Were they feelings of fear? Betrayal? No.....No, quite the opposite....It didn't make any sense....Why would he find such feelings of pleasure......No....No, he was just imagining....
It was like a dream that spread like a nightmare; No matter how long or how much he tried to ignore it, it just came back, stronger and stronger.
It was hard to tell if their friendship had grown or weakened that day. The boys just continued their days like normal, visiting eachother as usual, playing games, laughing, just general hanging out.
Longing for the strength and brilliance they held.
But my hand came back with shards of glass, streaked with blood.
Jagged pieces dug into my palm, broken fragments of a dream.
For stars are not meant to claimed or owned,
But acknowledged and gazed at from a distance.
Their world is not the same as yours,
And they do not wish to be confined and limited,
By your personal desires.
I know they are,
Because I know more than one.
So hostile over such trivial little things,
Talking at me instead of to me,
So afraid to do someone else wrong,
Not seeing the pain that you inflict on me...
They get in your head,
They make you wonder...
If you're really the bad person,
And maybe the only reason
You see yourself as the good guy,
Is because you're seeing it from
Your own perspective...
They make you hate;
Wanting to lash out
At everyone and everything.
If you want me to become
If that is what you mold me into,
That is what I will become...
I am the monster.
The next morning, as I sat down to eat breakfast, she walked through the door looking a mess, belly bulging further than usual, powdered sugar around her mouth, her hair tangled, holding on to half a dozen donuts and the tattered remains of the red dress I bought her about twenty pounds ago, destroyed from the inside out.
"What happened last night?" I asked, hoping not to seem pushy, "No call, no text, you seriously had me worried!"
She blushed, "Oh! Sorry, I went out with a bunch of girls from work, and we went to a movie, so I had to turn my phone off. Then we got a little drunk, so none of us could drive back." She walked towards me with an angelic smile, raising a suggestive eyebrow and cradling her heavy, bulging stomach, "I made sure we ordered some pizza, got some ice cream, and I may have..." she pulled me closer, pressing her bulging belly against my chest, groaning at the sudden pressure, "Woomph, I think I ate just a little too m
or so that's what I've been told,
for to survive the grasp of a dream,
one must be brightened and bold -
Torch in hand, hand on heart
to flicker a flaring flame
and allow desires to manifest
until they can be proclaimed.
That escaped and flew away
Safe from every piercing shard
That has left and went astray
Would that make you love me?
And if I found your young love
That was kept hidden for all
As innocent as a dove
That is new-born and small
Would that make you want me?
And if I found your desire
That has been asleep so long
When other needs were higher
That wants to make you strong
Would that make you dream again?
And If I found your dreams
That slept a winters' sleep
Not awoken by my screams
That were once thoughtful and deep
Would that make you heal yourself?
And if you loved me
And if you wanted me
And if you dreamed me
And if you healed yourself
Would there still be anything
You wanted to do redo?
(I love you)
My Heart Wishes To Beat With Yours
My Body Craves Yours On Mine
My Sanity Begs To Feel Your Touch
My Soul Churns To Collide With Yours
My Eyes Beg To See Yours
My Mind Is Restless With Thoughts Of You
My Hands Search Frantically For Yours
Every Nerve Screams To Be Touched By You
In Any Way Possible
Endlessly Unsaturated Cravings
As My Heart Begs For Your Love
Or Simply What
You don't know how it makes me feel.
My heart is bleeding
yet screaming for more.
A devilish curse has been placed upon my soul.
As I am gasping for another breath
wishing for nothing
but a suicidal death.
I feel so
but its all in my head.
The pain you are putting me through
seems to be my only cure.
I am worthless..
I am useless..
I am nothing..
as I fall further and further
away from the world.
Take a needle
pin my heart
on to your chest.
Lying in my bed, I dream of you
..as I die tonight.
All I want from you
~~Warning contains sexual themes. I don't want to get a note from DA saying I made preteens horny. xD
Author's Note: What the- what have I just written?! I wrote a lime. A freaking LIME! Oh no... my love for the Uke Kaneki is so strong Anyway, hope you like or whatever~~
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It wasn't your fault. You hadn't known any better. You hadn't been born ghoul.
You were created.
Some sick doctor decided to experiment on your unfortunate body and ta-da! Here you were, a half-ghoul half-human with absolutely no place in the world. You had no one to turn to. Because if you contacted somebody you most likely would have eaten them. Ther
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I would willingly let you kidnap me,
Tame my heart to love.
Locked away for only you to touch,
Strangling desires to hold.
If that's what it takes me to realize just how much I love you,
Then I would willingly do it,
Before it's too late to hold onto the truth.