Ylimegirl

The snow isn't like the rain It sticks and sticks and sticks and sticks Or melts instantaneouslyThe blinding bright power Hurts my eyes with its purity I close my eyes and look awayThe snowy sun is a liar Its rays pierce through your skin And leave you stripped bareFrom atop the penthouse I ignore the suffering of below And enjoy the exotic show

if i had said what they said you would have hated it if anyone else had said what they said you would have been horrified by itbut because it was them, i guess it was okay, right?why couldn't you say it?when she said what she said you were horrified by it when she defended what she said i was horrified by it toobut you stuck around, so i guess it was okay, right?why couldn't you say it?our past, our memories the time we spent together i'll always remember but unlike you, i just can'ti can't forgive them, not after they openly declared their true hatred for me and their hatred of othersso how could you?why couldn't you say it?

I wake up in the morning to see the second bed gone. “Anguila?” I jump out of bed and run into the other room. “Anguila!” The pile of trinkets residing next to the couch that I’ve grown accustomed isn’t there. She’s gone, vanished, disappeared without a trace. I collapse onto the floor and start crying. As I wipe my tears away, I notice a purple ribbon tied around my wrist – the one she kept around hers. I take it off my wrist and see a small tag on it. The text reads “4371 Bᴇʟᴛ”. Underneath it is a small, neatly handwritten note: “ 𝘞𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. ” My vision blurs as I stare at the note, my tears coming back in full force, drops l...