All For YOU, Nothing For me by ASadSadEmoChic, literature
Literature
All For YOU, Nothing For me
I spent a week
Realizing some
Unchangeable truths.
I did
What felt right
And was
Right.
You,
Instead,
Buried your head
In the sand
And refused to
Listen.
You painted me
The bad guy
When I was doing
What was sure
To occur
In the future.
Yes,
We have
Similarities.
We also have
Differences.
Your emotions,
Eventually,
Exhaust me.
But no, I’m selfish
For trying
To amend that,
For doing the
Right thing
Because you claim
My logic
Balances
Your emotions.
All at
My own
Expense.
While
You benefit,
I’m tired.
I grate and
Screech
Against the
Ground,
My feet
Bloody and
Sore.
You’re clingy,
And I’m
Independent.
The physic
I’m sorry
I’m imperfect.
I know that sounds
Like I’m begging
For attention,
Aching for pity.
But I’m not.
No, I’m not
That kind
Of person.
No no no,
I’m the kind
Of person
Who finds happiness
In ways others deem
Unorthodox.
Things that are
Odd,
Destructive,
Mental,
Sick.
I smile and giggle,
My mind not where
It is normally.
And you don’t
Like that.
And you wouldn’t
Say it
To my
Face.
Everything in me
Wants to
Shut the door,
Shut you up,
Shut you out.
I want to pretend
Your face
Never existed
In my perception
Of the world.
And oh god,
Do I want to.
I want to act
On every small
Impuls
Nothing To Return To by ASadSadEmoChic, literature
Literature
Nothing To Return To
Inky had considered many options over the past few months. She never wanted to give up on herself, even though she knew she was a damaged, wasted effort. She thought of sitting in the living room floor one last time, Spencer out for the day and giddy over the good news after they’d tried again, the walls surrounding her burning and releasing every little horror they saw in the putrefied air outside. She would sigh calmly, a cookie in her hand as flames licked at her feathers. But no, she wouldn’t die. She knew she wouldn’t. Not like that anymore.
So she opened the door one final time, and stepped outside, her eyes l
Dear Universe Part II by ASadSadEmoChic, literature
Literature
Dear Universe Part II
Heartache
And anger.
Rejection
And the feeling
Of being used.
Hollow romance
And grabbing
For what
I felt
I would never
Receive.
And then,
After all
The battles
And raging
Warfare
Of love
And life,
I was gifted
With a peace
Treaty.
I was
Belittled
For who
I am,
Used
For things
I never
Would have
Done.
Raced after
A break
In the bombs.
And then
There was
Silence.
Battered
And bruised,
I glanced up
At the sun
Gleaming
Behind
Storm clouds,
And the Universe
Parted
For me.
I asked the
Universe
Years before
For what
I assumed
Was too much.
I asked
For a lot.
I asked for
Imperfect
Perfection.
And you,
Dear Universe,
Rewarded
My exhausted
The sound
Of rushing blood
In my
Hungry ears,
The dead of
Night
Swaddling the
World.
It’s a reminder
That despite
My medal-less
Walls,
I’m a seasoned
Veteran.
These walls
May be
Bare,
But all
They’ve seen
Resonates
In their
Foundation.
The simplicity
Of a suicide
I refuse
To dispose of,
A single word
Written
With debilitating
Care
In aqua blue
Ink:
“Sorry.”
Crossing
My flesh
With cherry red
Mania,
The memory
Of pain
Missing
Within the
Dark of my
Mind.
Nights spent
Gasping for air
Like a misfit
In a foreign
World,
Acid rivers
Eroding
My cheeks
Into hollow
Streams.
Unseasonably warm
December afternoons
Spent
Daydreaming,
Watching the
Ceiling
Like clouds
Drifting across
A summer sky.
Imagining
The day
We share
A bed.
Can cuddle
And fall asleep
Together
Without an
Alarm
Telling us
Our time
Is up.
I want it
To be true.
Want it
To be now.
I can feel
Your back
Pressed
To my belly,
Your hair
As it slides
Around my fingers.
My lips
Kissing
The top
Of your head.
Falling asleep,
Feeling nothing
As my medication
Seals me
Into artificial rest.
Grumpy morning,
Messy hair.
Few words spoken.
Your warm,
Happy cuddles
Swaddling me
Despite my
Bored, tired eyes.
Black coffee,
Dark roast,
The strong smell
Burning your
Tongue
And nose
And invigorating
My m
It was in
My mom’s car
On a vague
Car ride
That my mind
Drifted
And absorbed
The lyrics
To
Tear In
My Heart.
I inhaled
The lines,
Thinking,
Relating.
Remembering
The coldness
With which
I condemned
Myself.
When you
Confessed.
I felt dead,
Armored
To perfection.
But I wasn’t.
You found
Your way through,
And my heart
Began to
Ache.
Began to
Feel.
I could feel.
You made me
Feel.
You wrapped
Your soft
Fingers
Around
My heart,
Holding it
Like a wounded
Animal.
And you healed it.
And
I could feel.
I could feel
Your cold
Hands,
And I knew
I could
Heal you too.
I knew
We could heal
Each other.
And we did.
We
Dove into
The
All For YOU, Nothing For me by ASadSadEmoChic, literature
Literature
All For YOU, Nothing For me
I spent a week
Realizing some
Unchangeable truths.
I did
What felt right
And was
Right.
You,
Instead,
Buried your head
In the sand
And refused to
Listen.
You painted me
The bad guy
When I was doing
What was sure
To occur
In the future.
Yes,
We have
Similarities.
We also have
Differences.
Your emotions,
Eventually,
Exhaust me.
But no, I’m selfish
For trying
To amend that,
For doing the
Right thing
Because you claim
My logic
Balances
Your emotions.
All at
My own
Expense.
While
You benefit,
I’m tired.
I grate and
Screech
Against the
Ground,
My feet
Bloody and
Sore.
You’re clingy,
And I’m
Independent.
The physic
I’m sorry
I’m imperfect.
I know that sounds
Like I’m begging
For attention,
Aching for pity.
But I’m not.
No, I’m not
That kind
Of person.
No no no,
I’m the kind
Of person
Who finds happiness
In ways others deem
Unorthodox.
Things that are
Odd,
Destructive,
Mental,
Sick.
I smile and giggle,
My mind not where
It is normally.
And you don’t
Like that.
And you wouldn’t
Say it
To my
Face.
Everything in me
Wants to
Shut the door,
Shut you up,
Shut you out.
I want to pretend
Your face
Never existed
In my perception
Of the world.
And oh god,
Do I want to.
I want to act
On every small
Impuls
Nothing To Return To by ASadSadEmoChic, literature
Literature
Nothing To Return To
Inky had considered many options over the past few months. She never wanted to give up on herself, even though she knew she was a damaged, wasted effort. She thought of sitting in the living room floor one last time, Spencer out for the day and giddy over the good news after they’d tried again, the walls surrounding her burning and releasing every little horror they saw in the putrefied air outside. She would sigh calmly, a cookie in her hand as flames licked at her feathers. But no, she wouldn’t die. She knew she wouldn’t. Not like that anymore.
So she opened the door one final time, and stepped outside, her eyes l
Dear Universe Part II by ASadSadEmoChic, literature
Literature
Dear Universe Part II
Heartache
And anger.
Rejection
And the feeling
Of being used.
Hollow romance
And grabbing
For what
I felt
I would never
Receive.
And then,
After all
The battles
And raging
Warfare
Of love
And life,
I was gifted
With a peace
Treaty.
I was
Belittled
For who
I am,
Used
For things
I never
Would have
Done.
Raced after
A break
In the bombs.
And then
There was
Silence.
Battered
And bruised,
I glanced up
At the sun
Gleaming
Behind
Storm clouds,
And the Universe
Parted
For me.
I asked the
Universe
Years before
For what
I assumed
Was too much.
I asked
For a lot.
I asked for
Imperfect
Perfection.
And you,
Dear Universe,
Rewarded
My exhausted
The sound
Of rushing blood
In my
Hungry ears,
The dead of
Night
Swaddling the
World.
It’s a reminder
That despite
My medal-less
Walls,
I’m a seasoned
Veteran.
These walls
May be
Bare,
But all
They’ve seen
Resonates
In their
Foundation.
The simplicity
Of a suicide
I refuse
To dispose of,
A single word
Written
With debilitating
Care
In aqua blue
Ink:
“Sorry.”
Crossing
My flesh
With cherry red
Mania,
The memory
Of pain
Missing
Within the
Dark of my
Mind.
Nights spent
Gasping for air
Like a misfit
In a foreign
World,
Acid rivers
Eroding
My cheeks
Into hollow
Streams.
Unseasonably warm
December afternoons
Spent
Daydreaming,
Watching the
Ceiling
Like clouds
Drifting across
A summer sky.
Imagining
The day
We share
A bed.
Can cuddle
And fall asleep
Together
Without an
Alarm
Telling us
Our time
Is up.
I want it
To be true.
Want it
To be now.
I can feel
Your back
Pressed
To my belly,
Your hair
As it slides
Around my fingers.
My lips
Kissing
The top
Of your head.
Falling asleep,
Feeling nothing
As my medication
Seals me
Into artificial rest.
Grumpy morning,
Messy hair.
Few words spoken.
Your warm,
Happy cuddles
Swaddling me
Despite my
Bored, tired eyes.
Black coffee,
Dark roast,
The strong smell
Burning your
Tongue
And nose
And invigorating
My m
It was in
My mom’s car
On a vague
Car ride
That my mind
Drifted
And absorbed
The lyrics
To
Tear In
My Heart.
I inhaled
The lines,
Thinking,
Relating.
Remembering
The coldness
With which
I condemned
Myself.
When you
Confessed.
I felt dead,
Armored
To perfection.
But I wasn’t.
You found
Your way through,
And my heart
Began to
Ache.
Began to
Feel.
I could feel.
You made me
Feel.
You wrapped
Your soft
Fingers
Around
My heart,
Holding it
Like a wounded
Animal.
And you healed it.
And
I could feel.
I could feel
Your cold
Hands,
And I knew
I could
Heal you too.
I knew
We could heal
Each other.
And we did.
We
Dove into
The
Kankri X Reader 50 Shades of NOPE by YearOfTheCrow, literature
Literature
Kankri X Reader 50 Shades of NOPE
Kankri had barely read a whole page before he slammed the book down on the coffee table, his cheeks flushing candy red and his eyes betraying annoyance. Uh-oh. The book has incurred the wrath of the Vantas.
"This is n9t a true relati9nship! He sh9uld treat his s9 called 'matesprit'-and I hesitate t9 call her as such d9 t9 the abh9rrent way he was treating her-"
"Kanny-"
Oh but he was on a roll.
"And as f9r the rest 9f the su6ject matter-"
You know your matesprit too well to believe that he'll stop any time soon but you want to make a point. Cue you shoving the next page into the Cancer's face. There is several seconds of silence as he reads
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