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Finding youRukia looked at herself again in the mirror, checking to see if there was anything out of order.
But there was a lot out of order or at least to her. To anyone else Rukia would have looked stunning, beautiful even. But to Rukia she looked ugly, her nose was too big, she was too small, her eyes were freakishly huge nothing looked right to her. The simple red dress she had put on was perfect it showed enough of her cleavage and curves but not too much that it looked like she was trying too hard, she scowled.
Rukia applied her makeup and pulled her hair up into a messy bun. She looked at herself dully, "I look like crap," she said bluntly.
There was a knock at the door, Rukia turned and quickly grabbed her purse and walked towards the door.
"Hey there babe! Ready to go out for some hardcore clubbing," asked the blond, Rangiku Matsumoto, as she barged into the room with Momo Hinamori and Tatsuki Arisawa. They all took their usual spots in the living room as sat down.
Rukia smiled her
Stranger Things Have HappenedWhen I wake up the world is dark. I can't see anything. I can't move my arms, or legs. I can't even open my eyes. Am I dead? I nearly laugh at the thought. How can a person die twice? It's not possible. I stay awake for as long as possible but it's no use. I can't see anything but black
I heard Ichigo's voice today. Or maybe it was the day before, I've lost track of the time but I'm sure it was him. He sounds mad not sad like when I last talked to him. Maybe he's knows what's happening to me right now. I pause, why would I look to him for help? I don't need him. I don't need anybody! Especially not that stupid redhead! With the dreamy eyes and the warm smile… Ugh, shut up. We're just friends. You said so yourself, remember? It'd be too weird to be anything else. I hope Brother is better. My mind drifts back to Ichigo.
I miss him.
I love him.
Forget that last part…
I hope Byakuya is okay.
For once I start to feel something, a fluttering pain in my rib cage.
I can feel pain.
no one is ever going to want memaybe once
this would've been
but i'm crying &
my face is scrunched
like a red rag
in the sink
slumped beneath a leaky
my hands are shaking
maybe i could make
but what i have
you won't like
and do you want them too?
stealing & paying
pressing bottles and
pictures to my sternum
maybe it's the silence
the tumult of words down
the sink and
across the floor
the empty heads
i was pretty then
bird-legs and stilted poems
numbering stars and
crushing books between
but no not today
i'm a husk
waiting for everything
to destroy me
to prick a hole
start an earthquake
Hand On Your HeartHand on your heart, heart on your sleeve
Can you say to me
When we’re apart you still believe
We are meant to be
Even if you say the words
I long so much to hear
I want to be sure
So tell me once more
Hand on your heart
Winter HeartWhat should I call you?
Friend? – Lover? – Enemy?
It doesn’t matter, because
A term is just a word and
Makes no difference to the heart
Whose strings have been plucked
For the last time, left broken and
Discarded on a hospital floor, not
Fit for the transplant unit – and
Not good enough for you.
In the worst way I said
“I think I love you”
You turned away, and I knew that
That was it for us – my heart turned
To ice that day –
Ice which splinters through the
Delicate rose petals, shredding
And destroying what was once
Beautiful and innocent – but roses
Have thorns, and the ice is sometimes release.
Ice which packs the heart in the box,
Ready for the transplant team
To rig up to another body –
Blood infusions and special surgery
To make the heart work again.
When you feel that your chest is full with a lot of feelings without names, when your heart is only beating thanks the pain.
Take a breath, clean the tears, draws a smile on your pretty face, show that you are stronger than their comments, than what they think, or than what they could do against you.
It's hard, I know it. You don't need to say me, I already know it. I've been doing it for a long time.
But if I can fight against everything, even when I don't have a reason to live, I know, I'm sure, that you can do it.
Smile, you're NOT alone
Be an Original, Like MeBe an Original, Like Me
Every day it’s the same…
“Be original, don’t let others tell you what to do,”
But how can I do that if you’re the one molding me?
“Stand tall and proud of who you are, be independent.”
But how can I be independent when you force dependence on me?
“Be proud of your heritage and culture, show it off.”
Unless I embarrass you, then you want me to bury it down but if
YOU ask “Hey can you be like them? Act like that, dance like that?”
I’ll say “Yes some stereotypes are true, but most are false.”
“Be feminine, be graceful like a swan,”
How can I be a swan when I’m in a family of wolves?
“Be a modern age woman, get a job.”
Yet you want me to be a housewife, cooking and cleaning, never leaving the kitchen.
“Tell me the truth, lies burn your soul,”
But truths burn deeper and destroy the soul
“I’ve never lied to you, you can trust
tell Me Tell me that you'll always be there for me...
No matter what...
Tell me that you'll always protect me...
Even when i'm at my darkest moment...
Tell me you'll do anything for me...
Even if it's just to put a smile on my face...
And tell me...Tell me that you'll love me...
No matter what happen's...No matter what I say...
No matter what I do...You'll never stop loving me
So tell me...Your reason why you love me...
And tell me your love will fix my broken heart...
And tell me we'll be together forever...
What is Love?Love isn’t a one night stand.
Love is forever.
Love isn’t abusive.
Love is protection.
Love isn’t betrayal.
Love is loyal.
Love isn’t jealous.
Love is trusting.
Love isn’t quick.
Love is growing steadily.
Love isn’t careless.
Love is careful.
Love isn’t without purpose.
Love is meaningful.
Love isn’t dead.
Love is alive.
Love isn’t hopeless.
Love is hopeful.
Love is love.
A WishIn your arms i lay
loved and loving
Siting upon your lap as a
queen upon her throne
Thinking of the morning while
im awakening with your kiss
Seeing the winter rays of
light never comparing to the
gleam in your eyes
Like sitting uner the willow
tree where the moonlit
night lights up with fallen satrs
And you wish, oh how you
wish, for me to forever saty
in your loving embrace
To always kiss, oh to always
kiss, the lips of your beatiful
And oh how your words, your
romantic words, just make my
Like love you are capturing
my heart, forever belonging to
your loving desire
Like in a lullaby these words,
our lives, are strung together
like a song
And our lyrics, are our
actions for this romantic
Then you ask me,
Bringing me out of my thoughts,
That on this moonlit star fallen night,
Where are hearts finally come together,
What is my wish
Thinking I do not have a wish,
because already mine has come true
To find the one that truly makes me happy...And that i
Remember to BreatheRemember to breathe.
Ignore that extremely small space
Between you and him
That's causing you to blush like mad.
Try not to stare too deeply into his
That seem to call into your internal soul.
Try not to smile too widley.
Remember to actually pay attention to what he's saying rather than zoning out on him.
Because you know that none of this
Is running through his head
And he's actually just making conversation with you
As a friend.
And that's what kills you inside
As you stare into his
He plagues my mind
Every night before I go to bed
I think of him
And I have this greasy feeling
Pooling in the pit of my stomach
It makes me sick
I feel tainted
I've ruined myself
I've ruined him
I want to die
I don’t tell anyone what happened
But they already know
I can't sleep
I can’t breathe
My chest hurts too much
It’s my heart
I think it’s broken
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