Everyone has that secret, that’s not really a secret at all: it’s a plot twist, for better or worse.
It’s something that once shaped us: and once you know someone’s plot twist, you know that you’re in it for life.
i got wildflowers tattooed because
they have a knack
for knowing when the time is right
for them to start to grow.
it’s a reminder i think i’ll need for a while,
and a skill i’ll need to emulate.
(and even if they start to
lose their meaning in my mind,
on my skin they bloom forever-
if this stitched-together soul
can keep these flowers alive,
then no storm will be enough to break me.)
“Don’t fall in love with him,” her brain murmured.
“I want to,” said her heart, longingly.
“He’ll ruin you.”
There was a hesitant pause and then a hushed whisper. “I don’t care.”
Her brain gave a resigned sigh, for it knew that even the smartest of souls could not deny love.
It was the one thing logic could not triumph.