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Life Of A Part-Time Mermaid

"when you threw me to the wolves that night,
did you think they’d find me easy to swallow?
you’ve loved me more than the others; you know i claw and scream on the way down.

of course i bit back. i learned to love the moon.
i wore wolf skins as easily as my own.
i growled at death and watched him run.

please know that if you feel the hair rise on the back
of your neck, sense a shadow in the bathroom
mirror, find eyes in the thick of night, i am here.

i do not hunger after you.
i imagine you’ll taste exactly as i remember: sour, chalky, gritty. dirt under my nails.
i will be bored of this form soon.

i suggest next time, you try feeding me to dragons. — A STUDY IN SURVIVAL | m.c."

Me
I've been broken, I've loved and I've been hurt. A best friend, a hard worker, a loyal lover. I am simply human.

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Telling Ghosts
Tuesday, December 30, 2014 @ 6:23 PM
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Sometimes I want to scream at you. Sometimes I wanna text you and tell you that I can't do this anymore. That I can't keep feeling like I don't fucking matter.
I want to tell you I give up. That I'm tired of feeling like I'm the last priority.
I get jealous when girls throw themselves at you. Especially knowing they could mean something, or mean anything. It's worse when I feel like I'm so goddamn insignificant.

Sometimes I just want to yell at you that this is all my fault. That I was stupid enough to fucking fall in love with you. Sometimes I want to call you a player. Sometimes I want to defend you against being called one.

I have no idea what I'm doing. I know what I want and it's so goddamn frustrating to not know how to achieve that. I just. I'm tired of feeling like I can't fucking breathe and like I'm the only one getting hurt.

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