AkaneKaoru

I used to write poems about you, about how much I hated you, about how much I loved you, about how much I wanted to be with you. It's funny now because I don't really think about you anymore. Unless you email me or I watch Rocky Horror but you haven't emailed me in over a month and Rocky Horror is on Bluray and I only have a DVD player. Now I have someone else to write about In a way he's like you He's tall, dorky, stupid as fucking dirt, but I know I love him. With you, I just felt confused. Sure I get happy when I think about the times we shared but not as happy as I used to be. Maybe I grew out of you, I knew I would. It's not like you

My shadow wears a big, dark cloak, heavy shoes, and a mysterious hood and she knows the order of things. Her hair is like Medusa's snakes, slithering al around her. My shadow is a stalker following me in the middle of the day. It is a dark side of me that always follows me until it engulfs me when the sun goes down.

Everybody else knows. My friends know. My ex-boyfriend knows. Even the boy I had a crush in back in 6th grade knows. My year old black Pit bull knows. But she treats me no differently. She goes to catch the round red Frisbee she failed to catch when I threw to her just 10 seconds ago Just like how she would if I was straight. She tugs and growls as I pull the pink-and-yellow rope my family got her for her first birthday Just like how she would if I was gay. She greets me with love and affection when I come home from a long stressful day at school Just like she would if I was bisexual. My dog doesn't care my sexuality Maybe that's why I love

It never mattered to me If I saw you or not. Actually I thought that For a month or two Until I saw you again. You had gotten a hair cut. It was horrible to be honest, Sorta like going to the dentist. Painful to think about/see But perfectly fine after that dreaded visit. Really I only had one nickname Until I met you. The ones you gave me Are both ugly and annoying. I live with it Even though I want to kill you every time You call me Kiddo or a mash up of my last name with a synonym for 'horrible'. Maybe I asked for it, Calling you an idiot And bitchin' about your messy life At a volume level so loud Everyone could hear me downstairs. Oh

Divergent Character Profile: Before Choosing: Name: Annabelle Smith (Anna) Gender: Female Age: 16 (17 in Divergent) Faction: Erudite Hair: Jet Black; Down to her waist; Straight and parted down the middle with bangs Eye color: Green Skin: Not pale but not tan Body Type: Skinny; Appears to be frail but when in training, realizes she’s tough as nails; Not that busty Personality: Smart; Quiet one except in class; Only has a few friends; People make fun of her, telling her she’s a ‘Stiff’ After Choosing/Initiation: Name: Cat (She’s very nimble) Faction: Dauntless Hair: Cut short, up to the nape of her neck; same