Sunshineglare

there is something in the curt conversation of former lovers-- the sound and sight of mourning: lingering gestures, cutting eyes away trembling lips held barely steady with the tips of teeth the pain in the heart is the pain in his jaw he rubs rubs rubs till red raw eyes shut tight and there is something in the way former lovers stand together outward, facing a burial like strangers at a funeral

I pour other people into my poetry. It's funny, because I myself am not a person to write about. But I find relief in putting my friends into scribbles on paper, phrases I pluck out of the air and drizzle onto parchment. There is a certain satisfaction in trapping enemies in words, letter by letter by page by book. If words are water then I hope mine flood you. A tide of understanding for an ocean of a person.

Well, to start things off, you are most definitely not Sollux Captor's girlfriend. That much has been made clear to you, multiple times over. First with the teasing from everyone, aforementioned troll included. Second with the way he tore your kiss apart. Third with how he asked you to be his moirail just last week. Truthfully, you doubt he wants a quadrant with you, period. He's probably just doing it to keep you safe--- as a way to keep an eye on you without people suspecting too much. Because even though he saved your ass from those fucking bullies, your heart hurts so much more than any of the injuries they inflicted upon you. So now, a