Okay! So, honestly I believe only a handful of lucky souls will ever read this, as there aren't many Skeeter lovers out there, and that's okay! I personally hated her until I found I'm quite a bit like her, but isn't there a little Rita in all of us? This is just a bit of drabble for now, read & review please!
In such short notice, you left.
I didn't think I'd ever be able to handle it,
Ever be able to see the gray area,
Look past the smog that was our memories.
I've deserted them,
As I've deserted you.
Bronzed skin,
Dark wood coloured eyes,
A smile that could melt winter.
Oh,
So many winters you kept me warm.
Has my heart grown cold to?
As has your skin,
Organs,
Heart?
Our children,
As what are left,
I think three,
They love you so,
Visit every day.
But here I sit alone,
Though only in pretense,
But I've grown cold I have,
Thrashing reputations to fill in the hole-
The gaping hole you fled.