Lizzy500

Your eyes glisten in the firelight, the only light we’ve ever known. It plays along the whites of your teeth as your laughter fills the air from a joke at your expense. Your eyes meet mine and the ghost of a smile creeps across both our faces in a moment when we think no one is looking. Trembling hands rush to warm the skin atop your thighs and I swallow hard, replacing yours with mine in my mind. No matter how forbidden you are to me I can’t chase down this longing. ~ The moon was high in the sky hidden behind a blanket of slate grey and beneath it the group was huddled close around a roaring bonfire. Directly across from Jensen

Carolyn traced the head-shaped indent in her pillow where his head once laid and swallowed hard, all of her tears were long since spent and she was in that state of just numb sadness that so often accompanies crying. She fell back on her pillow and reached out her arm to his chilly side of the mattress; on the left, closest to the door so he could protect her. She furrowed her brows together in concentration and exhaled softly as the cold sheet began to grow warm and sink in and soon her arm was draped over his warm chest as it rose softly with each content near sleep breath. She curled into his side and let out a soft cry as their bodies cur

Close your eyes, baby girl. Embrace the pain. Take solace in the black of those eyelids. Float away. I know how it hurts, I’ve felt the same pain. Channel it to something gorgeous; use yourself for the good. I know how you long to see your blue veins blossom red like roses; your body a bouquet. You are a bouquet, beautiful, fragrant. Your blood belongs in those crystal blue frail veins. Do you long to see that flow? Donate it. Carry the feeling with you and know that even if that is all you do today, today was not a waste, you did not go overlooked. You saved lives and maybe by doing that you’ll save your own. Don’t let thei

My mother looks like dishwater, sadness, and going beyond her limits all in a composed package of loneliness whenever my father is not around. She wears a wounded heart, burdened soul, and the weight of all of our worlds on her shoulders while she tries her very best not to fall apart in moments of vulnerability in the kitchen, washing dishes in the bathroom, washing the toilet where she is alone and does not realize I am watching. She cleans when she’s burdened, when she’s feeling so heavy she doesn’t want to sit down for one moment to feel it and to let it all sink completely in. She busies her hands, shuts down her mind a

Being invisible is not something my insecure and anxious house of bones is unaccustomed to, though I never expected even my ailments to also become shrouded from public sight. I’ve always been my worst enemy–it was only a matter of time until parts of me began to take me literally and now the past month and the rest of my life I’ve become aware that my body is attacking me and my already feeble immunity. That’s alright, yeah I’ll be alright. It figures if I’m not going at myself with a knife my immune system targets my thyroid and maybe eventually my life. Every morning I have the pink pill, the purple an

It’s nights like these, where I’m without rest or even the soft flutter of my eyelashes kissing the deep violet swells beneath my eyes, fueled by caffeine and my late night thoughts that linger with me far into the room while just beyond my field of vision my entire world lays fast asleep in our bed with our tiny little dog next to him nestled beneath the covers and my thoughts travel as my eyes glaze, 8tracks playlist after playlist echoing out as I sing softly along without much thought that I wonder about just why insomnia plagues me and my body and mind have begun to quickly deteriorate on me at such a young age. Medication up