Ashree-Blizzard

I always was pretending I was wise, But being honest, you were- You had your years on me; You were wiser so I listened. I loved your stories that you told me Of the first Wolf And her guardian... From the start I strove to be yours. And you told me, how The raven and the wolf always looked out for each other. Just like I tried to do for you And when you could only see blackness, I whispered promises of starlight. And you were sure you saw it In the teary glint of my tiny eyes You called me your Raven Your protector, protecting my little wolf Funny, you were always older, bigger than me, I guess you were cowering- While I

I finally got you onto a bed. Not into one. Onto one. We’re sitting here on the edge, twisting blankets in our hands and staring straight ahead, refusing to make contact. Or at least I am. I thought I’d kiss you if I were ever in a spot like this. What do they say about best-laid plans? Crashing and burning? I don’t know. We’re sitting here on a bed. This used to be my bed. A year or so ago. This was my room. The walls are stripped of my Clash posters, and my laundry is noticeably gone, but yep, it was mine. I had a few girls in this bed. I see the headboard’s still broken. Heh. But I don’t think of you like that