IceDancer21

she stole herself from me in the whispered dots of ‘i’s in muted cries for help as she shook with worry that this was how it was always supposed to be – never would she find someone never would she feel as though she belonged… and now it’s a promise, a broken reminder that the words that cradle me in their arms could not even touch her did not even smile in her eyes. (she had made up her mind by then) so now I count the stars wondering if she is among them and if somehow, the twinkling frequencies of Hydrogen and other noble gases would sketch themselves to resemble her face or if they, too, would weep for her

I manufactured glass hearts filled to the brim with emotions that would bring me to my knees, and I laughed maniacally at the way it destroyed others. They were nameless screams that broke into the calm of the witching hours that haunted the night and lulled me to sleep in the arms of demons who only loved me to feel human. We made love to the sound of broken hearts and fractured friendships; muffled sobs and blood-curdling screams, blocking them out with frantic kisses that stole my breath and caught my skin on fire under their lustful hands. Vocal chords contorted into sounds of agony did nothing to sway my emotions, but th

she stole herself from me in the whispered dots of ‘i’s in muted cries for help as she shook with worry that this was how it was always supposed to be – never would she find someone never would she feel as though she belonged… and now it’s a promise, a broken reminder that the words that cradle me in their arms could not even touch her did not even smile in her eyes. (she had made up her mind by then) so now I count the stars wondering if she is among them and if somehow, the twinkling frequencies of Hydrogen and other noble gases would sketch themselves to resemble her face or if they, too, would weep for her

The light was blinding. Mako squinted as he was shoved into the room. I hate chi-blockers. The skin on his wrists was rubbed raw from the metal cuffs. They cut into him and blocked his bending. He didn't even want to know how they'd managed that. "Well, I recognize you." The voice was low and smooth. Amon stood high on a platform with his arms over his chest. "You're a friend of that worthless Avatar's." "Korra's not worthless," he raised an eyebrow and paced around on the floor. He wondered why the chi-blockers were leaving him alone. "She may be a hothead, but she's not worthless." Amon shrugged. "Would you mind telling me where she might b

I'm not the marrying kind.
 I have stones in my hair instead of flowers, And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.

 I'm not the marrying kind.
 My words aren't pretty or wise, And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart. 

I'm not the marrying kind.
 I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder, And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.

 I'm not the marrying kind.
 Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior, And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.

 I'm not the marrying kind.R