dedications: MysticPsyche_ minzynari oakisland vintagegrace

silly girl, bites are meant to be ugly.

the paralysis of knowing.

unyielded in the strokes of rage, i too turned ugly. house made of glass, tinfoil boy moves in robotic motions; slowly and figuratively turning me into ash and bones. there was no looking at life through color, not when my eyes had been covered by sheer bleakness of skin-to-skin contact. all women transform in animals at some point;

yet not all honor the living.

and they'll poke the afeared creature till she draws blood.

watch me burn. whether in a cage, or to my own deepening rage. i'll still be a woman with my teeth barred.

for no one likes her at all.

see me bare. reek my loneliness for fear. let my gentleness foreshadow great strength, but mistake it for anger and aggression.

remember this feeling; as it comes in wanting the ruination of you being the fire hungry creature they sought you to be. to bury the creation of an undying corpse that streaks blood down the course of the undead.

to be known of suspicious love, is simply a concept i do not recall.

there was a sickness to my face, to the thickness of my skin, and to the darkness of the wounded; do i disgust you like i do myself?

even as a rotten dog, i understand the paralysis of loving a simple creature that i could never have.

can never have.

even as i kiss you with my canines falling out, i too know it'll never be enough. there's no path to follow down.

not when it ends with one of us shielding the other from blood.

there's no death          without him.

koda black

werewolf.

portrayed by q'orianka kilcher

jaxon cullen

energy vampire.

portrayed by charlie hunnam

you want something. whether it be unkind, unruly, or uncaring. nor do i have the courage to provide the unbalancing strength and desire to feat between the blurred lines of glorious peace or fore-longing eternity.

your side is a bridge i cannot cross. not that i'm afraid, nor am i running from a keen difference that makes us unalike; but i'm stuck in a divergent world that spirals in a disunity within us.

you must understand; you do, right?

a girl who writhes too much, is paralyzed by the ineradicable truth of unpitying disappointment. weary bones can only carry myself up the hill for so long. not that i want to be alone, but you must understand.

i can't have you.

and not in a means of your bones, or your thickening and sickly blood, and certainly not the chilling stone that you consider to be your heart. none of that is what i mean when i say i can't have you.

physically. mentally. emotionally. i am visibly stuck in a darkening corner that exists; in which i don't get the choice for a promising love.

let me rephrase what i mean;

                      i cannot, and will never know the attachment of being with a precious love.

i can't have you.

vicious lies, will only become ugly bites.

and if i was out of the woods, without the dampening leaves getting stuck on either foot, or the dirt that mares an ugliness so deeply rooted between my nails, or maybe an adaptation to a change that's keep us similar. maybe then we would be different.

our outcome could be different.

but let's be honest with ourselves; that'll never be us.