|I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with butterflies. ~ Antione de Saint-Expury|
My loveMy love. My sweet, sweet, bittersweet love.My love by megzilyxo
Here I am, exactly where you like me to be. I'm lying here, broken and bleeding, crawling with the tips of my fingers across the cold floor. Across your cold heart. Trying to hold on with all the strength that remains in those tiny tips of my fragile fingers.
My heart. My only, beating, perfect heart.
Here I am, exactly where you like me to be. I'm sitting here, tired and trembling, shrinking in the puddle of the tears and fears that have fallen from my unseeing eyes. For I am blind. Blind for trying to find the reasons why I should stay, when there were none.
My friend. My caring, loyal, best friend.
Here I am, exactly where you like me to be. I'm standing here, speechless and shocked, absorbing the words you spew at me as they sink into the depths of my skin, my bones, my heart. They stab like daggers. Daggers that you sharpen to the finest point, for I deserve nothing but the best.
My angel. My saving, golden, guardian angel.
Here I am, ex