I Feel You Crumble In My Arms Novels & Stories

"I can burn this whole world up with what I feel for you." ****

While the other students stare at me in both terror and fear, I march my way up to the front and confidently faced this man seated in front of the piano. "Let's get it over with," I whisper to myself and lay the paper gently. Head is in a mess Feelings are in a bind; And I don't know why I keep feeling like this inside. Can you tell me why I keep coming back to you every time? I was broken I was played, Not another drop from my vein, I've got no love for you no more. Sunshine, You were my light; You had to leave me in the dark I tremble as you watch

I'm falling for you . . . it's no secret that I'm in love with you between your minimum wage job and sweet lips chapped from the bitter cold that has become my eternity but my god , do i miss the way you crinkled the sheets and poured too much coffee your words came undone with the touch of my lips and your ribs shattered under the weight of the world and all at once you went from everything to nothing and my lungs filled with dirt and the dead flowers that could easily be mistaken for my youth and on the sixteenth day of my brokenness i stitched myself back together ; piece after piece diamonds hiding in the back of my head reminding me of the boy that was once mine // there is no longer a

It cracks under her touch. I grapple for the post, it breaks. Too fragile. I can't...I can't get enough of her. Not like this. I slide out of her, even if I don't want to. The dresser isn't strong enough either. The walls seem fine until she slams me into it and it cleaves under my back.

My legs are shaky, but my mind is crystal clear. Crack eighty. Crack eighty-one. I pull my torn skirt together. They are running out of ways to hurt me. And that means they are running out of power.

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

Tears burning down my cheeks. And as his arms locked around me, I shattered. He found me. He really, truly found me.

Even my voice is betraying the fact that I'm not okay, it sounds low and inaudible, with certain high notes where it was not supposed to be but I didn't care. A part of me was telling me to hold on, that calvary was on it's way. But another part of me knew that even calvary would not move that man at my door. "I do. I am giving you the benefit of the doubt. Trust builds relationships, you know. Come on, open it" I use the last bit of my energy to mutter the word "Fuck you" Before I feel my knees give way. I am falling, slowly, steadily, my head is heavy and I can barely keep up with the rate at which my body is giving way but before I can reach the floor, I feel arms hold me and wrap them ar