by ty

it’s only after she meets him with his crooked smile and messy hair and eyes like lightning, thunder and the crashing of waves against the shore that she realises that ignorance is truly bliss.

they all say that we fear the thing we want the most; and god, she was terrified of him.

yet she can only breathe, the air rushing back into her feeble lungs with words lying against the paper cuts on her tongue – and wish her thoughts were parallel to the constellations in her juvenile reveries.

i don’t need you, said the bold.