Two Sides Of A Coin

You make me fly.

You make me sick.

I love the way you look at me.

I hate the way you watch me.

You’re so sexy.

You’re so disgusting.

Why wouldn’t you love me?

Why wouldn’t you get away from me?

I love you.

I hate you.

Everything about you

Everything about you

makes me feel so happy.

makes me feel so depressed.

Love me.

Fuck off.

{The End}

Coffee

He stares at the coffee flowing down from the jug in the waitress’s ands to the cup that lay in front of him on the table. The dark waterfall has his total attention. I t seemed that it was the only thing that mattered. The world wasn’t there anymore, it seeped into the background and held no real value. The waterfall stopped and the waitress moved away, the cup now full. He gingerly picked up the cup and slowly lifted it to his lips. As he drank, content filled his heart. The coffee was real. And it was his. It would never leave him. Unlike her. He put down the cup and looked out the window at the world outside. He smiled.

Dreams [WIP]

Shattered images. Distant screams. Agonizing pain. Her dreams consist of only these. As she sleeps, she falls. As she turns and tosses on her bed, she lets out murmers for help. Her body, covered in sweat, is tangled in the sheets. Trapping her. Suffocating her. Her dreams are confusing, difficult to interpret. Is she dreaming of her past? Are those memories? Or are the just dreams. Dreams and nothing else. She isn’t sure. They seem so real. So real.

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Most nights she wonders if she’ll ever be able to sleep peacefully and wake up without fear. Sometimes she wonders how it’ll be like to sleep peacefully and never wake. To sleep forever. No dreams. Nothing. To even think of it makes her smile. How lovely would that be, now? How lovely… Her eyes close and she falls again. There she is, a perfect Alice. But there was no Wonderland. There never would be. Not for pretty little Alice.

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Dreams (1st dream of Dreams)

…

Alone. All alone. Where was she? Dark. So dark.

She started crying. Images flashed in front of her eyes. Blood. Everywhere. The images stopped. She looked up and saw that now there was a mirror in front of her. ’Why is there a mirror in such an empty place?’ she questioned the nothing in the room, her voice echoing around her. She got up and started at it. The was nothing in it but her reflection and the darkness that surrounded her and the mirror. Suddenly the glass began to crack. Her eyes widened as the mirror broke apart, as her body broke apart, her mind filled with pain as pieces of her fell into the darkness and vanished. The pieces of the mirror lay upon the floor, reflecting the nothing that was left.

[A/N: This one sucks. But I like it... just sort of, you know?]

Snapshot: Maybe

I stood in my room, alone and in the shadows. Tears slid down my face, as my knees gave out. My last thought, before I stopped breathing, was how much I’d loved you. And if you had ever stopped screaming at me, maybe I would have told you.

Snapshot: The Chair

A man sits in an autorikshaw. There is a chair, put upside down, on the seat next to him. His hand lies on the chair, to hold onto it, so it doesn’t fall. Is it for safety, he holds on to it? Or is he caressing it, sweetly, gently, lovingly. Is he going to go home, make dinner for it, blow out the candles and make sweet love to it? The autorikshaw clatters away, and out of sight.

[A/N: Don't you judge me. ]

Whatevs

I’m feeling all blue.

Blue-black on ivory.

I’m feeling all loved.

‘Cause you tell me I am.

You tell me so many things.

Lovely, amazing things.

But I’d wish you’d tell me…

why your love…

pains me so much.