Bunnynoir

She pressed a filthy hand to my lips while she dully scanned the hallway. She turned towards me with haggard eyes and I could only stare. All of her beauty had fled and been replaced by heavy exhaustion and weariness. She watched me for a moment, and without removing her hand, began to sing. She turned away from me and stared at the endless row of stone archways before us. Her voice was shaky but beautiful, gently piercing the dark dusty silence and filling my head. Her voice contrasted harshly with her blank expression, every note rang with longing and nostalgia, and her lyrics though they changed languages several times all conveyed the sam

That moment in the water, when you swam up from the darkness to meet me you were so beautiful it hurt. I can't explain what it was, but your face below me, somehow made more clear by the water, was so full of sincerity and magic that it took my breath away. Your eyes, open wide in spite of the salt, were looking at me with so much strength and calm love that I was frozen. They were so blue and lovely. Your handsomeness has never been lost on me, but in that moment you were divine... The image is still so vibrant in my mind, your hair made dark and swirling around your head, your lips parted to free your breath, and your skin milky white.  Whe

Some people break into beautiful shards of sparkling glass, pieces that can be put together. But I'm filthy and dirty and ugly, the dried putrid blood that is left behind by the delicate glass. If I could be as beautiful as that glass, my writing would make someone cry because it was true. but no matter how true it feels to me, I know I will read it later and see the emptiness. I'm tired of emptiness and breaking down. It's never as romantic as lovers make it seem. I want to be good and whole, or at least not so broken that I can't be fixed. It's no ones job to fix me, no one but my own, but I don't have the strength. The ugly destru

Someone PLEASE listen to me, I know I'm horrid and wasteful and a hypocrite. I can see the fault, I know what is wrong and I cry and cry and cry but I don't change. I hate myself for that, I hate my laziness, I hate my tears. I am surrounded by beautiful gentle people, full of love that I don't deserve. My honesty is lost because I do nothing with it, all I can do is spout out words and cry. I sit and sob and speak and sing to no one, out of tune and making no sense, as if there was someone there to listen, someone who would want to listen. But someone has to listen, someone PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE listen, because I need to be forgive

Help me find beauty, help me change the world, hold my hand and kiss me softly, let me feel your hands on my back. let me get lost in your skin and taken by your thoughts, lets change, lets stay this way forever. I want to find something to hold on to, for us to hold on to, because if we only hold on to one another well then we'll be blown away. Somethings make me cry because I know that it's the truth, a truth so pure I feel it in my soul and it breaks my heart. It doesn't matter what the truth is, all that matters is this virgin thought, something unchangeable, in that moment it is true and good and endless. As things are t

 "Have you noticed yet?" she asked me, turning towards me with a lazy smile. I could feel her eyes prodding me for information, a weakness, some niche that she could use. "Noticed what," was my cautious reply. She laughed, turning back to the window. I was freezing and hungry, but we both knew that I would not leave. We sat for another hour or two, allowing the silence the fill the cracks in the walls. I kept silent, ignoring the obvious. She wanted me to break, to leave, to tell her not to, and I would not. Meeting her was weird. There are really no other ways to describe such an experience. I decided to escape, something that had become