Wrote this a very, very long time ago. Found again while reorganizing my files. Review. I shall bribe you with skittles. *waves bag tantalizingly*
::mascaraeyes::
v. frigid cold bitch
.
the words were her little secret
nobody ever knew, nobody but her
(well, someone did, once)
(but he's gone now)
.
they started coming slowly,
smeared in lipstick on her mirror,
on a crumpled note in her bag,
stuck with gum on her sword
and soon she saw them everywhere
in strings of words and commas and accusations that were
shouted from the rooftops
and whispered through the grapevine
.
frig·id
that was the first,
scrawled on a used tissue on her bunk
and she did her best not to care,
because whoever had left it was obviously
a sad
p.a.t.h.e.t.i.c
person
right?
.
cold
tucked into her hairbrush,
written in pink eyeliner
she swore she'd never tell,
because when you're cold
you're frozen
and the secrets freeze with you
.
bitch
she melted in the end,
right into his strong, safe arms
and then she'd told him,
and he'd tried to end it
but you only thaw for a while
until winter comes again
.
and freezes everything.