jamie-weise

_so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are gone. I could never look into your tormenting eyes again. You mock me with each word you choose_. of the millions of words in the English tongue you could have chosen_you select the one__ that break me down.

And I don__ even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.She's a player, a heartbreaker,and now she breaks alone.

I won__ let you have it. I won__ give you this moment. I won__ let you fill up this valuable organ...I own it. I won__ do it. I can__ think, I won__ think about it.

Sometimes you want to say, __ love you, but__et the __ut_ takes away the __ love you_. In love their are no __uts_ or __f___ or __hen_. It__ just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It__ the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart_eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.To say __ love you, but_._ is to say, __ did not love you at all_.I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.

He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.

He offered her power, money, status...a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.

He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me.

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

He__ an indulgent sort of man_With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.

You__e a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

You don__ deserve my image in your head. You don__ deserve my memories in your chest.

_..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

You cannot mistake thisYou cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this loveIt is so much more

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.

Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.I__ the winner in this game,unable to stoop to your level of shame.Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.