http://slow.writerscafe.org/ryanhater1997 The original writings of author mystic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333551 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She wants what used to be. His touch, her calming words.A life she used to live before him.Before her Alex shattered her world and watched the pieces fall around her. He left her alone when she needed him the most, now nothing is the same.Her eyes shed tears she cannot hide, and her wrists.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanhater1997/1222701/ Confused, beyond recognition, she wants desperately to hate her Alex, wants his blood to soak her hands. Yet somehow, she remains bound to him, needs his touch to keep her calm. Hunger consumes her with just the thought of him, yet hatred remains entwined within that heated lust. He avoids her stare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanhater1997/1067495/ Desperately searchingAlways wantingneedingtakingeverything of usebroken hearts, unshed tears, unbled wristsshe wants others to suffer the lossthe unlearned truthunspoken liesunheeded mistakesshe speaks as though she knows allsees allcan explain it all awaybut secretly she knows she doesn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanhater1997/945290/ The voices scream louder against the blocks she has put up against them. She can't ignore it anymore, wants to listen to them, finds comfort in them, needs them. They scream at her for locking them out for so long, names, victims, foul words, she cries but is to overcome with relief to put the block.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanhater1997/937641/ she walks silently down the deserted street hoping to find the one she lost, needing to see him one last time, but knowing she won't see him. He's gone now, she knows he won't be back, but she can't let him go, not yet, not like this. She searches frantically for some sign that this is just a game o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanhater1997/928638/ The broken petals on a wilted roseCrying tears let no one knowThe pain i see deep in your eyesThe fear i hold deep in my soulThe sun goes black with tears unshed, secrets untold and anger fedThe broken petals on a wilted roseCrying blood let no one seeThe cuts from which my own tears bleedThe scars .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanhater1997/789463/ He never knew what she held back. He never knew the secret she never told him. She wanted to tell him, tell him everything she did that night when he wasn't there to hold her. 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