She feels like she is trapped in the sea under an ice cold ceiling with spiky icicles that are razor sharp. she pushes scratches and thumps trying to get out but the spikes pierce her skin and the ice hurts her hands but never numbs the pain. With a glass ceiling at least she could […]
She sits in her top and underwear on the leather chair that they once lay on together. She has sat there for so long now that she knows when she stands up to lie next to him, her legs will not want to leave the leather and stick to it. She taps on the keys harmoniously with […]
She gives up and has smashed her own heart of glass. Just so that she wouldn’t care any more. She finalised on what can only be described as a day of deep thinking and hoping, that she would just smash her own heart so that it could never be fixed and there fore never break again. […]
He hides his true self under that bloody beanie. It hides the soft caring person within, the man who likes to be cuddled, to feel safe and at home. She takes comfort in that she is the only one who see’s him like this. It is her that is his home, her embrace around him whilst being […]
She just sits at home, waiting for that childish *squeak* to happen. She stares blankly at the screen as if a psychic message could be sent to him. He can’t hear her and she knows it. Yet she will still sit there and try. She finds out he was with ‘her’. Her glass heart, that […]
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