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aida 1d
I missed you.
oh, did you?
perhaps, i should not have said that,
didn't want to make you mad–
mad? you already did.
you disappeared for months.
what are you turning into?
what made you cry?
what do you want?


Rue, it's not that big a deal,
you're just making a scene.
then why is your voice shaking?
you sound like a kid performing.
are you drowning in dust?
in a city of rust?
you aren't crawling for nothing.


Rue –
what. do. you. want?
RUE!
"talk to your shadow or it'll scream in the silence."
this is not the first time rue was mad. however, it might be the last time she haunts someone.
aida Jul 8
I romanticize pain,
like it’s some kind of movie,
like it’s a fate
I live for.
no love,
still quiet —
like I’m longing for the sea
but afraid of water.
afraid of life,
so I get moldy inside.
no flowers,
just death.
birds cannot fall —
it hurts
more than a bee sting.
but I’m used to it.
the cut that always bleeds,
the cut you opened once
but can’t close now,
the cut
you have to live with.

— The End —