anime-iz-addicting

you fucked my heart like a colouring book: blank pages, ripped, thrown across the outline of the bed or the balcony, contamined by a chunk of green wax scribbling a monochromatic platitude. trace the veins with a felt-tip marker; maybe a ballpoint pen the size of the pacific ocean, the colour of the moon; maybe an empty crayon box beneath a toddler's pillow fort --- that kid, you stole his crayons to colour something else you stole.  but he couldn't colour in the lines, and neither can you.  you cut them, lying all the way to the front of the queue.  you cut the silhouettes, the ones you're too l

Forbidden Attraction: "Your hair is so beautiful, why do you always keep it tied up?" She asked me.  I was sitting on the edge of the bed, straight-backed and stiff.  She was sitting behind me, having just untangled the loose bun at the nape of my neck. "Because it is such a hassle to care for," I replied.  She gently pulled her fingers through my waist length hair. "Then why don't you cut it?" I felt as she slowly ran the brush through my hair, taking proper care around any tangles. I loved it when my hair was being brushed and closed my eyes to let out a sigh of contentment.   I didn't have an answer for her.  As much as my hair annoyed