Sansa Stark

It doesn’t feel so good, does it?
When you open your eyes
you won’t think of me.

I don’t to fight this battle anymore
never to take up the sword again
but the sword crawls back in my heart
to rise when ready
you do know its there,
you hold it everyday,
to keep it from what it longs to lacerate.

I try to remember reasoning,
I find only rage.
If you want it, it’s yours,
my hands have grown cold,
I can’t turn back now,
it feels too much like trust.

This garden overgrown reaches out,
pleading for understanding.
Do you forget what the world is like?
No, but I’ve tried so many times.
Sometimes too much is not enough.
Do you hear me?

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And I know this number makes up for nothing but
I can pretend
your insides marr my skin,
the burn goes farther than anything
this wave, this wave overcomes me,
but watch me learn to swim in it,
if anything to hold against the tide
all sworn in, as magnets seem to rust

and tho, so is far,
then I could not reach out to you,
no long armed son of a gun, not me,
so I reach beneath, the dirt become,
under the sky,I know your bones,
even if I don't know mine,
I crawled on my belly just to watch you shine.

A lot happens in a night
where I give you the wrong number
we know all about that touch,
I don't want this and I never know how it starts.
But, If you strap me to this city
there is nothing that could save you.

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wait and ask yourself who it is you're waiting for
i remember the nightmares the process of waking up
becoming a comatose wife, your dream not mine
i feel your heart waiting for mine to fall backward
that's the direction for obsession, infatuation
this isn't anything like love

and yet i feel it still when i can't find the strength
to pull open the curtains and let the sun in me
i'm holding fast to those dark nights in November
anticipating my own bruises, at least they showed you cared

You still listen to my favorite songs when you remember them
I hear them when I set my feet outside the house
You were nothing if not loud enough to wake the sleepy world
but you put mine to sleep, and now I'm unsure if its forever

The hole you left is grown over with fresh skin
skin that I keep tearing open when it gets to feel like this
I remember your weeping when the camera told no lies
for once in our lives, it matched mine.

no no, on and on i feel your hands entwined in my hair
daring me to bleed to be free, but i did once

CrazyVegn

★·.·´¯`·.·★ ĻövëĻŸ ★·.·´¯`·.·★

Sansa Stark

aww thanks

Alice in Chains

Wow, Hermione. You are undeniably talented.

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Sansa Stark

Awww thank you, sincerely <3

I'm probably blushing irl

CrazyVegn

Don't be embarrassed... I am impressed a 23 yr old has so much depth of life, of course that's not much younger than me anyway. You could just write one sentence and I notice heightened writer's talent.

Sansa Stark

I am embarrassed though, hahaha. I've been writing since I was 7 yrs old. I think my writing is cliche in a lot of ways, that just might be because I hate poetry in general but this is how I purge, really. But thank you! That just reminds me sorta, of my exfiancee, idk if you saw this story before (probably) but he wanted to be a writer so badly but he had no talent and he would tear into me about my writing, how I had no discipline and that I just "shit pretty words" and that kinda reminds me of that, you saying I could write one sentence. It's a compliment I mean, haha. But just funny. Thank you <3

CrazyVegn

What's a bard and what's a beedle if you don't mind me asking darling?

Sansa Stark

A bard is a storyteller, if I recall correctly I just called it Tales of Beedle the Bard because that's the name of a book of fairy tales in Harry Potter, that Hermione reads. You can actually get the book separate, as in a full book, and it's apparently written as "annotated by Hermione Granger"
And I'm Hermione, so, get it? Except I'm Hermione Stark, not Hermione Granger

CrazyVegn

Hermione Stark is way better than Hermione Granger...