- Created By hannavicious
We Fight over Nothing.
We are silent, angry.
He is sitting far away on his boyfriends right side.
We are glaring away.
One has a pack of nicotine, half full, half empty.
I am a little desperate, a little angry, a little ignored.
I want something in my mouth, something I will watch float away.
I want that cigarette.
Hes going to sit like that, his face upset until I apologize.
I Always do, Im the one in the wrong.
Always right, always concise.
I may have asked for a cigarette five minutes ago, but when we filter outside, his small body first, flicking his hood up, his boyfriend trailing after; no hood, getting his newly cut hair wet, me at the back; following, third wheel, always, my pride will be sure to rise its pretty head and snarl a refusal for that lovely, lovely, little stick of cancer.
Im too proud, I’m too bitter to be at my best friends beck and call.
I share, he doesn’t.
Maybe your terrible.
But I miss him, his hand in mine, the way I can put my head on his shoulder when I am tired and my eyes are sore from smiling.
And I reach over and hug him, asking forgiveness, stealing a drag, kissing his cheek,
Giving in.
Ten Thing's I Hate{L}
Ten things I Hate about L(Death Note)
1, the closer you get to understanding him, or his motives, just his life in general; you realize youre not that close at all, he’s still a mystery.
2, the way he infuriates everyone around him yet stays calm.
3, the way his eyes calculate you. Calculate every second, every move. You start to wonder if he’s a machine.
4, how his voice levels, there’s no emotion, or rarely any. He is full of pristine nothing.
5, How intensely he stares. As if, if he wanted; he could swing you around, break your spine, hurt you, yet restrains himself.
6, how stubborn he is. He knows when he’s right and sticks by it. When someone is guilty, he won’t back out.
7, what an unusual face, so pale and dark eyed. Such messy, dark hair. Such heavy shadows. A wraith of justice. A dark hero. It Could be disgusting.
8, What a gentleman he is, or acts like. No man, boy or male should have the right to act with so much politeness.
9, How he could be gay, but no one knows. Hes not interested in women it seems; or men.
10, How he intakes masses of sugar yet never seems to gain more than an attractive amount
Forgive The Lost
Youre something I can’t quite grip,
The moments I forget when I sleep.
I would hold you clos/.
Mother forgive, forgive the nights my lips brushed the back of his neck.
I knew what I was doing was wrong,
But I wanted him.
And he would be mine.
I was careful.
I was sure to breathe in his hair and carelessly slip my arm on him while I slept.
Father forgive, forgive me.
Forgive the nights I intoxicated myself to fall in love,
Forgive the men that left bruises; the small, red marks on my neck.
Never will I let it pass my throat; only in equal and fair amounts.
Am I too bad for you now? You who’ve tasted hundreds, whov’e danced things unspeakable?
No,
But I May Be A little too Bitter.
Monster's Dont Live Here
She had run into him in an alley, oddly enough.
He didn’t LOOK like a vampire.
Not at first glance.
Dominique was frail, to put it lightly, couldn’t cheer; asthma attacks.
Middle school found her shaking from hauling a ten pound bag around,
College, which was the present found her having to walk two miles and wheezing the whole way.
She, none the less to say wasn’t about to haul a grown man out of an alleyway.
She resorted to smacking his face as gently as possible, and kicking him a little.
He groaned, and with a small movement, caught her leg as she moved to nudge him.
“Hey..” He coughed, and as he sat up, Taking in Dominique’s vegetables, poor tomatoes, ruined lettuce on the street where she had dropped them, her crouching near him; curious on whether he had been beaten by Drug lord’s or rival men, She caught sight of razor sharp teeth.
No, not the spoofy, ‘I’m A wampiiire’ Count Dracula, Garbage.
Molars, Cuspid’s, Every tooth sharp as Hell.
He caught her eyes direction, her eyes were wide, she thought the lid’s, might break.
“I-uh, Apolagize,” He Gulped.
She caught his stare this time, it wasn’t on her teeth; but her neck.
She suddenly felt an uncanny desire for her turtleneck.
“This must be awkward For-“ But Before he finished his sentence, he lunged forward, as if propelled by another force and Dominique felt teeth sink softly, almost unnoticeablyinto the flesh of her neck.
She let out a whimper and sunk into a faint.
“Hey, Hey!”
She came to, the man-That TERRIBLE man standing over her, a droplet of her blood, hers! Staining his skin by his mouth.
“You Asshole! You-“ She shrieked, angry, mortified, outraged, scared, unbelieving.
She got a good look at him as he grabbed her wrists she was trying to assault him with,
Blue eyes, crystal and navy flashed, long dark brown hair was partially in the face; partially in a low ponytail, pierced lips, cheeks and bridge of the nose.
He was lean, skinny; his clothes modern, tight jeans and a Hooded sweatshirt, his ear’s stretched.
All in all, Edward Cullen would have fainted at the sight of his Beige-y , Tan skin, If not his Clothing.
“Youre a..” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Saying it would make this situation real, Dominique did not consort with this kind of boy.
She didn’t do these things,
“Vampire, yes. Now firstly, im sorry you found me in an alleyway; I hadn’t had blood for a few days, and couldn’t lure-er find anyone to let me borrow some of their blood. Secondly, I Am Very sorry for Sucking your blood,”
He winced, Not seeming to like how it sounded.
“I was a little desperate. Forgive me?”
He smiled a little, His lips crooked.
Dominique didn’t forgive him. She wanted to beat him within an inch of his life.
She was a little, mousy grown up girl with no men in her life and no interest in them, HE was a disaster.
HE was A Monster.
So She found it nauseating that she nodded a little, and whispered.
“I-it’s okay.”
“Thanks “ He smiled,
She tried to get up and fell, bracing her body on the wall.
“Whoah! You might be a little faint. I Should probably help you to your house, huh?”
He asked, genuine concern showing in his face.
Dominique found sharks and Aliens more Friendly, still she was frail, and small, and he had already drank from her…it couldn’t get worse, could it?
“Allright..” She mumbled, his arm was instantly around her waist, hoisting her up onto her feet.
“I'm eric By The way..Um, You seem like you’d like Harry Potter.” He said off topic, around two minutes into the walk.
Dominique blushed,
“I-I Do.”
“Well, Stupefy! Take that.”
“E-Ennervate.”
“This Is The start Of A Beautiful Relationship :D”
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(That Pierce thE veil Man? Kind Of-Ish What Erics Looks like. But Not At All)
