I haven't been writing enough recently. Which is bad, really bad. I use writing as therapy and not having enough time to do it... Bad.
But, here's something. This is dedicated to Drishti3693. Because she's amazing.
This is Victoire and Teddy, a new couple for me to write but I kinda love them.
Leather
&studs
&&bright bluepinkgreen hair
Because
(according to your mother)
You're making yourself so uglyugly
What she doesn't know is
It's because you're so damn tired of being
So damn pretty
.
But it's so difficult
You know
Being perfect isn't easy
So you shrink from the spotlight
You f a d e into your own shadow
And, oh dear,
You're gone (!)
In a flurry of hairdyeandpiercings
You've disappeared
.
This isn't a case of
Goodgirlgonebad
(well, actually it is)
Being porcelain is difficult
And nobody wants to see perfection cry
So,
Instead
You hold it all back
The tears
&Sobs
&&Fears
&&&Insecurities
And you bottle it all up
Until you've completed the transformation
And you're no longer
P e r f e c t
Then
Then you can c r y
.
But
Oh!
There's a boy here who wants to speak to you,
Vicky
He wants to know what happened
Why you aren't you
And oh!
He liked you just the way you were [before]
(but that was the purpose, you know
To get them all to stop liking you)
.
And so you explain
(because what else is there to do?)
E v e r y t h i n g
.
(except not quite)
.
((well actually,
You cover most of it
And he guesses the rest
[smart boy]))
.
And he's your happily ever after
Because he's the only one to realize
And really truly care
About how b r o k e n
You felt
And he healed you with butterfly kisses
&long hugs
&&long walks
&&&the response 'no you're not' when you said
You were 'okay'
(you had been waiting long enough
For someone to notice)