Lady-Leinth

It's quite a thing, you know, staring at yourself as you sleep. Almost as if a mirror hovered above you, and you'd suddenly developed the ability to see through your eyelids. But this simile is an illusion, you realize, when the paramedics start to buzz about, police officers collect names and stories, and you notice the bus driver, wringing his hat in his hands, a look of pure terror on his face as he speaks to one of the officers. He fears for you, but more for his job. This is the scenario that I face as of yet. I watch as strangers poke and prod, news reporters show up by the truckload to cover the story, and idiots dive in front of the

You smiled at me and that's all I needed. Lucky for me that I'm still breathing. It felt like a hurricane hit me that day because you took my breath away. For a moment, I think my heart stopped beating on the day our paths were meeting. I had so many things I could never say because you took my breath away. When the flowers grew heavy on the tree boughs, that was the day we said our vows You promised to love me until we turned grey and that simply took my breath away But now we're old and fragile souls covered in liver spots, hair, and moles, but I still sigh for the sake of you every day, and you still take my breath away.

If I were anything like you, I'd dress as though I walked the runways of high school. Every move I made would be well thought out, and I'd pick my friends by what they could offer me. If I were anything like you, my eyes would shimmer and my face would be thick with paste to hide my flaws. My lashes would stretch to my perfectly plucked brows, and resemble thick arachnid legs if I were anything like you. But since I am everything like me, I polish hand-me-downs like they were new. I make mistakes I can't count on thousands of hands, and my friends have offered me nothing but their company Since I am everything like me

I did not expect it to be so cold. I wished I would have brought a heavier jacket, but then again, I didn't expect Tris to do his disappearing act out here in the woods. My flashlight swayed back and forth along the narrow trail, my feet sinking deeper and deeper into the rain-softened mud. "Tristan, are you out here?" The light began to dim, then flicker, and die. "Shit," I hissed as I smacked the flashlight against the palm of my hand. "You have got to be kidding me." I twisted the top off the useless light and fished around in my pockets for the spare batteries. I dumped the old ones into my hand and plopped the new ones in. When I switch