Anami-Kumo

She was prone to this kind of torture.  The self-inflicting kind of pain that she didn't know she was doing to herself until she was very near hysteria in the center of the farmer's market.  Of course, it takes a little girl with blonde pigtails pointing at her for her to realize that she was crying and shivering like a wet dog. This was normal – self discovery in the strangest of places.  Like when she realized she was an avid nerd for things like Harry Potter, or Tegan and Sara when she was on the Art Walk in Oakland long after the minor's curfew.  Crying, however, she had seldom done in public before: it was a weakness she never allo

An angel brought from heaven to protect me. Beauty in the slightest of movements. Invisible clarity assured me of your existence. Breaking down in front of others. I kept falling in love. Her smile brought me back to reality. She reminded me of hope. I gained achievement in her support. She was my personal angel. Keeping me from fear, making me stronger. Encouragement giving me something to look forward to. My best friend. My own angel.

Your heartbeat. That's the only thing I wanted to hear. It was subtle. But it kept me alive through the darkest times. It fueled my thoughts and emotions. It made me want to love you deep in my bones. The drumming lulled me into a subdued consciousness. Your words. They penetrated the walls guarding my true being. A selfish, cruel person at heart. The syllables of warmth and assurance melted all barriers. They made me forget the past filled with hardship. Happiness overtook me with everything you voiced. And I knew that I could only hear your voice in a sea of noise. Your smile. The one thing that brightened my day. It lifted

This world is pulling us apart But never leaving us alone And I feel myself drawn to you No matter how much I hide You are always there for me I am torn in two with your attention Should I push you away? Should I let fate happen? Can I fall to you when I am lost? Will you stay with me forever? I am confused by my emotions Natural forces try to keep us together It is something we cannot get rid of Then I feel this getting stronger And I try to escape But you are always bringing me back Saying "I only love you more" When I close my eyes I feel you touching my hand softly Your gentle encouragement Making my heart flutter Yo

My stomach flip-flopped. Sick bile crowed and stuck in my throat. A cold sweat covered my body in an instant. My limbs grew numb and I knew my knees would give. I watched you, a sin hidden behind hazel eyes. You glided across the sand coloured linoleum, toward me, and a thought of you being an angel flitted through my mind. Latching my hands onto the desk as my knees shook, and I damned them to hell under my breath for giving me away. I knew you knew my weaknesses and how to use them to your advantage. Time stood still as you took six steps to make it to where my body stood limply in await for you. Your eyes danced with curiosity and you

How is it that, no matter how blunt I am, you're so dense? I've come right out with a, "Hello, I'm extremely infatuated with you." Yet, you still blow me off with a, "Yes, you're great too." Yes, yes, thank you, you damn idiot. I even found out the way you like a girl to flirt, somehow. Subtle touching? Check. I love touching; Touching is good. Giggle at the right moments? Check. A little difficult; peppy is not my forte. Tossing out no-attachment problems? Check. This comes naturally. Supporting every hobby? Check. Well, music is my hobby, as well as yours. Nerding out on practically everything amazing? Check. We already know w

It was a cold night. Snow on the ground, fog clouding other driver's visions. The city lights seemed nostalgic as she looked out the window. She missed him. His laugh. His smart mouth. His large, dry, calloused hands. Everything. So, she pulled over. She dug her phone out from her purse. And she called him. Three rings and his voice filled her head, leaving her breathless. She missed him. Slowly, she got around to asking him questions, A habit she got into when she was younger when she was nervous. Miscellaneous ideas float from her tongue. And she could hear him grow bored. So, in an attempt to amuse him as well as confirm h