Another acrostic because I'm Thaluke trash. I'm also the only currently active author who's addicted to Thaluke. I checked. It's a one-time thing for everybody else, but I'm hooked. (If you want a great PercabethxThaluke WIP, read 'Complicated Love' by Kori A. Grayson. Linked to my favorites)


Once upon a time we were real but all we are now are ashes,

Never did I ever think daring to

Care would end up hurting me so bad

Even though I knew you had a dark side.


Utopia looks like it will never happen now even though it used to

Peek through open windows at us peering

Over our heads to try to find you and me. I guess at the end I

Needed you even though you didn't need me.


And we fall like angels from heaven.


Time is running out with every breath that you take,

I know that you aren't afraid, but

Maybe you should be-

Everybody knows that karma always comes back for revenge.


Well, I guess that I couldn't stop you from choosing the wrong side. Just let it be known that

Every breath I take is a reminder of how you never will breathe again, and I know that.


Why didn't you believe

Enough? Why wasn't love enough? Why did you need

Respect? You know that at the

End we could have still been a family.


Rainbows used to curve around our heads but now and

Evermore all the colors have darkened in your

Avarice for all that

Light and rain which stays away from the dark.


Barren grounds and barren souls

Under the cloud

That used to be your heart.


And please remember to

Live the life you could never have, the one you

Lost in the real world.


We rotted in the remnants of the almost

End of the universe.


All you are is a memory of

Red roses and smiling faces that will never

Ever happen.


Near and far are

Our hopes and dreams,

Wrong and right they will survive.


Are there ways you could have changed? I mean, do you

Really love killing that much? (I'm glad I made you

Eat dirt on the ground)


Aren't we a dream come alive? We are

Shady and broken, two

Halves of a barely healed heart, ripped again upon the

Eve of a sixteenth birthday. We are prisoners who cannot be

Saved from our ship.