She's jaded, she knows,
and way too cynical for a
d~r~e~a~m~e~r boy like him.
But she loves him
{well, as close to love as someone like her can)
so she clutches to him like a +lifeline+
,praying that he doesn't see what
a b/r/o/k/e/n
?m:e#ss" she is.
::::
She wasn't always like this,
[bitter&sarcastic&biting]
she used to be the kind of girl
that watched the s*t*a*r*s &
believed in fairytales.
But that was in a time when
the s*t*a*r*s still glittered&sparkled&shined
and the fairytales always ended with
happily-ever-after
::::
Her heart is bleeding and s| h| a| t| t| e| r| e| d|
And she longs to be herself,
but she doesn't know how.
(she's been living a lie for so long,
she doesn't know how to be anything else).
::::
What she doesn't know is that he gets it.
He's worndown and beaten and so tired,
just like her.
He knows why she guards her heart
(are you the Harry Potter's daughter, by any chance?)
(i'm sorry, Lily, but I love Rose)
(you're a snake, now, just like the rest of them)
and he sort of admires the way she
f.a.l.l.s down and gets back u p
-something he was never able to do-
and absolutely adores that she's
a walking disaster
(because, like it or not, he's one, too)
:::
And, maybe, they're not right for each other.
Because someone who's
b/r/o/k/e/n should get someone
who wants to fix them.
But, you know what,
they don't care.
They'd rather be
making mistakes&
breaking down&
building up&
being walking disasters
-together+
than letting someone fix them