LittleTrixie

You pulled my soul out of my chest And now I am a shell. I don't feel anything anymore. No happiness, no sadness, no anger, no fear. I look in the mirror and I don't see anything Because you've wasted me away to nothing. I'm a zombie. A mindless drone. Because you took all of me And kept it for yourself.

I breathe in time with the rise and fall of your chest. When our fingers lace, they hold tight for hours. You don't just finish my sentences I swear you read my mind. We're a well oiled machine. We're clockwork. Like the ebb and flow of the sea. We're becoming one body, one soul. You and me. We're meant to be.

Here we are in our mundane universe. We stand underneath the night sky And gaze up at the stars. We are two small specks of dust Attached to each other by tangled fingers. My toes wiggle deeper into the sand As I watch you splash around in the warm water. Sometimes it's hard to believe there's a universe out there. But we'll see it someday. Together, hand in hand, We will explore this huge galaxy. We will make our own discoveries. We will search for adventure All the while we hold tightly to each other. Because I see the universe in your eyes and your heart. Because no matter how far we go We'll still be two little dots Lying

I pull off a petal "He loves me." His smile is the galaxy I live and breathe in. I pull off a petal. And when he can't make time for me, that's okay. He makes up for it in his kisses. I pull off a petal. The other girls don't matter Because he comes home to me. It hurts a little but I deal with it Because he is the sun and the stars. I pull off a petal. He may ignore me sometimes But deep down I know he cares. Right? I pull off a petal. I'm hurting, but I need him. He's the only one in my head. He's the air in my lungs. I pull off a petal. "He loves me not."

You can cut me But no deeper than I ever cut myself. You spew these violent obscenities at me But I tell myself worse and worse. You may not like me But I hate me. I don't have time to entertain your opinion of me While I'm trying to save myself from my own.

I'm shivering Down to my core. Cloaked in a bone deep cold. Soaked with a lack of feeling. Drowning in apathy. My thoughts used to bounce off the walls Now they're dull. They're gray. Nobody could ever understand What it's like to Just not feel a god damn thing.

Neal looked up from his desk to see Peter giving him the double finger point, and that only meant one thing: a new case, and hopefully an interesting one. The office had been going through a dry spell lately, littered with bland mortgage fraud cases, and he was hoping that this was something that could finally shake things up. He hasn’t even gotten the chance to go undercover in over a month. He had that familiar itch under his skin that he used to get when he wanted to paint. “What’s going on Peter?” Neal strode into the office and took a seat in one of the two chairs in front of the desk. Peter had a familiar glint

Apprehension It’s far away but I still feel it inside me. There’s a dread there And I try to push it to the back of my mind. I’m trying my hardest to live in the moment. But it’s so incredibly there Bubbling under the surface. When the time finally comes My heart will sink.

The ocean holds my hand And guides me through the air. There are rain forests that know my deepest secrets. When you’re standing at the top of a mountain It’s so easy to see how small the world seems. Like you can fit the globe in the palm of your hand.

She was never there And constantly surrounding us Both at the same time. She was a child gazing out a car window And she was a man after a long day at work. She was the bounce of a basketball on a court And a tired body resting on a cot. She was everything And she was nothing And now she’s gone.