Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never, ever sleeps.
Tahereh MafiTags: depth
He looks at me with so much emotion I nearly crack in half.
"God, Juliette--"
And he's kissing me.
Once, twice, until I've had a taste and realize I'll never have enough.
Juliette," he whispers, and I realize just how close he is. I'm not sure why I haven't evaporated into nothingness. "It's been me and you against the world forever," he says.
Tahereh MafiI know the sky falls down every day.
The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window. A million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the wind, fluttering with the false promise of flight. The gust catches their withered wings only to force them downward, forgotten, left to be trampled by the soldiers stationed just below.
He shifts and my eyes shatter into thousands of pieces that ricochet around the room, capturing a million snapshots, a million moments in time. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.
Tahereh MafiTruth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never ever sleeps, is what I don’t tell him. I’ll never be okay.
Tahereh MafiHe pulls me close, too close. I’m frozen in five hundred layers of fear. Stunned in grief, in disbelief.
Tahereh MafiMoving forward is the only way to survive.
Tahereh MafiHate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.
Tahereh MafiI tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.
Tahereh MafiTags: dystopian shatter-me tahereh-mafi
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