He wasn’t beautiful, with his dark hair showing some traces of silver, and sometimes his normally quick step showed his years. But she’d had more than enough of artifice and shallow bullshit in her life. She’d been fucked by her share of carefully groomed and surgically altered freaks. Even Finnick, beautiful as he was, hadn’t ever wanted her as more than his friend. It was Annie, with all her flaws and her own grief to bear, who’d managed to be her truest friend. So she was tired of beauty. It could be crushed and destroyed. It didn’t last and it hadn’t ever done a fucking thing for her anyway
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simply put,
my pen does not want to write
about anyone else
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thank you!
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One day you will wake up
and you will forget the way the sun hit his face
the way her hair draped over her shoulders
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You look at me
as if I am a masterpiece
but my pedestal is cracked
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Read my ribs
My heart cannot beat for you
though it won’t stop trying.
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