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she moves gracefully through the dancing bodies, never looking over her shoulder. she feels his eyes on her back. she knows he knows she's here. just his being here makes her slightly umcomfortable, and makes her hands shake, the only clue that she's stressed. the bathroom... opening the door, she slides in. she no longer feels his eyes, his seemingly all-knowing, dark eyes, on her back. she allows herself to breath and makes her hands stop shaking. looking at herself in the mirror, she doesn't see anger or fear. she sees a certain confidence, one that exudes power, self-assurance, and ease. truly, she has nothing to fear. relaxed and confident now, she walks back out the the club. he is looking at her again. she knows it. he sees her calm confidence, her self-assured aura. she doesn't need him anymore. he sees that, too. he feels undone. he looks away, gets up to leave. men can be evil, but a woman's gift to be cruel hurts worse. she watches him leave. in that ...

how you knew i'd be okay is beyond me. you knew, and you told me. i didn't believe you. but now that it's all said and done, i know now that you were right all along. i'm moving on. i've learned my lesson and i'm pushing forward. i have my life to live. i'm not stopping for you to change your mind. i am my ouwn person. i don't need someone to keep me going. i have myself and that is plenty enough to keep me moving forward in this journey called life. i just want to thank you for all that you have taught me, for all you've given, and for all the memories i have. it was nice while it lasted, but what i'm doing now is awesome.

rain falls cool drops hit my skin drips off my face like unsalted tears rain falls as it tries to wash away all the hurt and pain that causes all our tears rain falls it marks the time passing quiet little taps on the window in time with my silent tears

a heartbeat keeps the rhythm of a wingbeat the end almost feels like it's around the bend but once chance to stay alive comes at a precarious time maybe a time too many for me a time too many to be still alive to be evading death to be alive a heartbeat keeps the rhythm of a wingbeat until the last heartbeat falls silent after the last wingbeat

i am alone. in this dark meadow, i finally grasp the fact that nobody will save me. i only have myself. the danger still unclear, i stand in the middle of the meadow, with the silver moonlight falling down on me. i finally close my eyes and lift my face towards the moon, my arms no up at shoulder level, my full wingspan open. i feel nothing as i fall, the danger finally catching up to me... and i willingly let it take over.

wings beat to the rhythm of a heartbeat a heart on concrete tears leave her face with tearstreaks watiting on a starstreak a wish on one for happiness after heartbreak loneliness in place of happiness in hopes of less of the sorrow to rather borrow happiness rather than let the sadness swallow everything to be hoping to one day have something for now the days look bleak she allows herself to feel weak week after week

a sea of green grass waves when a breeze comes through. the breeze feels warm against my skin, smells fresh. the sky is a clear blue, the sun lemon yellow. i let myself lay down in the knee high grass. a lazy white cloud floats along high in the sky. the grass waves again around me, roughly soft against my skin. just one wish - to have someone with me, a man to share this moment with.