When she fell, she fell apart
Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk.
When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away with the winds that blew all of her fair-weather friends
When she looked around, her skin was splattered with ink, forming the words of a thousand voices
Echoes she heard even in her sleep:
'Whatever you say, it is not right'
'Whatever you do it is not enough'
'Your kindness is fake'
'Your pain is manipulative'
When she lay there in the ground,
she dreamed of time machines and revenge
and love that was really something,
not just the idea of something
When she finally rose, she rose slowly
avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies
wary of phone calls and promises
Charmers, dandies and get love quick schemes
When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness
Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck
Bathed in her brokenness
Said a prayer for each chink in her armour she never knew she needed
Standing tall broad shouldered next to her
was a love that was really something, not just the idea of something
When she turned to go home,
she heard the echoes of her words,
'May your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand'
But even louder:
'Without your past
you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally,
by design or some voilent, exquisite happenstance
... Here'
~Taylor Swift
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Veiled Alliances
FanfictionDive into the captivating world of 'Veiled Alliances,' a Rophie/Femtomarry fanfic that reimagines the wizarding realm with dark twists. Voldemort returns as the school master, and Sophie is reincarnated as Lyra Potter, the 'girl who lived.' As Dumbl...
