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Thursday, you were sent a bouquet of tiger lilies. Friday, you received a heart shaped box of cookies. Saturday, a flip book of a guy and girl on a date. Today was Sunday and you were just waiting on your mystery gift. To say that Steve liked you would be an understatement. Steve was infatuated, not that you minded. It was cute. He was cute. However, he hadn't asked you out yet. And you were trying to figure out why. He was kind of shy around you but that never kept him from being around you whenever he could. And you appreciated the attention. A knock on your door shook you out of your reverie. Tony stood in a grey suit with a card in his h

“And where the hell do you think you’re going dressed like that?” (Name) turned to look at her father before poofing her hair one last time. “It’s Friday. I’m 23. The clubs are calling my name.” “Can’t you wear something a little less revealing?” She rolled her eyes at him before grabbing her purse and looking at herself one last time in the mirror. “Is Nicholas Fury scared that something is going to happen to his precious daughter?” It was his turn to roll his eyes at his child’s antics. He would never say he was scared. More so, concerned that someone might

But I don't want it back.

I am still here. Still breathing. Still alive. And it still hurts. Being told that "I have been through worse so I should be able to handle anything" is as reassuring as a thief holding a gun to your head and telling you he won't rob you. This is my journey and I am still here. I am still broken. Still cracked. Still struggling. And it still hurts. Torn apart from the actions of those closest to me and thrown to the ground by their words, while trying to grasp the fallen letters in hopes of steadying myself. This is my punishment and I am still broken. I am still sad. Still crying. Still hiding. And it still hurts. Waiting for the day whe

Superhuman Registration Act “Come on (name), pick up the pace you're slacking,” Natasha yelled at you while you attempted to squeeze into another small crevice. Tony had built you your own personal obstacle course that tested not only your heat abilities but also your flexibility. You liked it because it helped you think and helped you learn more about what you could actually do. The problem however came when you used your heat powers. Melted things don't usually come back so you ended up burning away your whole course. So Tony had to develop something that changed daily to combat the constant melting away. It wasn't hard on his

When you come around, The air in the area gets oxidized, Beginning the reaction as a reducing agent. But before a reduction occurs, I breathe deeply smelling that man-smell I call my weakness, And it reaches my brain forcing the reduction to start. As the oxygen leaves my body, My feet melt to the ground, My knees no longer support my weight, My organs go to an amusement park, And my brain decides that shutting down is my best option. The glossy look that overcomes my eyes Catches your attention and the oxidizing agent begins anew. This time your smile breathes into me Allowing me enough air to sigh in contentment., Before the next reduct

Poetry is a mirror allowing us to peak into the mind of its writer while reflecting our own problems or successes back at us. It is an escape into the truth with the cushion of someone else's words so we don't feel the weight of true reality. Poetry is the judge, jury, and bailiff sentencing you to eternal confinement in honesty while keeping watch so you don't leave. Poetry is the unspoken words uttered in your head like a mantra throughout your day to keep you going strong. It's how you convince yourself that maybe life isn't as bad as it seems, maybe . But it's also your painful reminder that it so very much is as bad as you think. Poetry

I knew I closed off that part when He broke through the first time. I chained it and sealed it even from myself because that pain was too much to bear. I've left that part of me and found a new place to walk, somewhere far away from Him and his memories. So why am I leading you down this path by hand?

Pressed against each other Body to body Music filling us both urging us to move Sweat clings to our bodies Your hands explore Keeping me close and completely yours                                          (If just for the night) Hips grinding against each other The fabric of the clothes creating friction Lust taking you completely over All eyes on us The music taking us deeper Secluding us even further from the rest of the crowd                                              (And I melt into you) You think this night will end one way Leading me to your room I know it will end differently