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CFYS- Realistic
He found a really big tree near the school building and plopped down by the trunk so he could lean aginst it. "Ow!" he exclaimed as the tree scraped him.
"It's just a little blood," Matt said, in reference to the two inch long gash across his palm. He tended to be accident prone so he had a high pain tolerance.
Sawyer looked at him harshly. "Mhm. Right." She was used to blood, but she knew what counted as 'a little' and what didn't.
"It's nutritional," Matt said, and was about to explain why, before he realized she could probably care less. "Anyways..."
"Well, it purifies your blood," Matt said, tapping his finger tips together. "And other stuff."
((BAHAHAHA! Article online called: Don't mow it! Eat it!))
((BAHAHAHA! Article online called: Don't mow it! Eat it!))
((I have decided that Matt is full of useless information and doesn't know when to shut up.))
Matt rambled on for a good five minutes about why everyone should eat grass.
Matt rambled on for a good five minutes about why everyone should eat grass.
((it's awesome.))
Sawyer zoned out after the first minute of useless information. She finished writing her poem.
Sawyer zoned out after the first minute of useless information. She finished writing her poem.
Matt didn't realize that Sawyer had zoned out and kept talking, his hands signing the letters of keywords as he talked rapidly.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Don't say you can't see it.
I know it's there.
With tiny, meticulous stitches I sewed.
It beats in the rhythm of my breaths.
How pretty it looks.
You laugh and I cry bitterly, openly.
My heart is too fragile for this.
You know and exploit it.
My heart bleeds crimson tears of pain.
Of sorrow wrought by shallow games.
You play with the woven heart on my sleeve.
Little by little you loosened my threads.
My heart is too heavy to be held in their embrace.
You've ruined my desperate handiwork.
I can't even hate you.
The heavier it gets, the colder it feels.
I get shivers just thinking about it.
This lump of ice I carry.
No longer does my heart move in sync with me.
No more shallow breaths to mimic.
There's a gaping hole in my sleeve.
Where my heart once dwelled.
My chest is empty of a pulse it always had.
My body was so slowly cooled.
I can't care anymore.
You took my heart from me.
When it wasn't mine to give.
You're a thief of hearts.
I would've watched your thread it again.
Watched you tie the knot tight.
As you hung my heart in the branches.
The tree of lost hearts.
Don't say you can't see it.
I know it's there.
With tiny, meticulous stitches I sewed.
It beats in the rhythm of my breaths.
How pretty it looks.
You laugh and I cry bitterly, openly.
My heart is too fragile for this.
You know and exploit it.
My heart bleeds crimson tears of pain.
Of sorrow wrought by shallow games.
You play with the woven heart on my sleeve.
Little by little you loosened my threads.
My heart is too heavy to be held in their embrace.
You've ruined my desperate handiwork.
I can't even hate you.
The heavier it gets, the colder it feels.
I get shivers just thinking about it.
This lump of ice I carry.
No longer does my heart move in sync with me.
No more shallow breaths to mimic.
There's a gaping hole in my sleeve.
Where my heart once dwelled.
My chest is empty of a pulse it always had.
My body was so slowly cooled.
I can't care anymore.
You took my heart from me.
When it wasn't mine to give.
You're a thief of hearts.
I would've watched your thread it again.
Watched you tie the knot tight.
As you hung my heart in the branches.
The tree of lost hearts.
"If you can write something," Matt said, trying to find the words, "that captures the emotions so well," he said, still not looking at her. "It can't just be something you made up."
"But I can leave if you don't want to talk about it or you didn't want me to know or something," Matt said, quickly.
Sawyer paused and then wrote down another few lines, trying not to cry.