Xanadu
 

What is a kiss? A pink apostrophe between the words *je t’aime - A secret told by his mouth. Lots of love quotes will remind me of the smile you gave me after every time you kissed me. That same smile I’m now watching sideways because it reminds me of your absence. *Translation: A secret told by his mouth *Translation: I love you

Leila Perry Her words were joyous, but her smile was that of a teary-faced clown. The first thing you see is the painted, bright red, unmoving, wretched smile slathered onto a painfully perfect, porcelain face.

It’s something I can remember since I was four. Actually, probably since I was born. Whenever it started, it’s been with me for a long time. Actually, it might not be that long compared to my life. But it’s still a big problem. Ok, maybe not that big. I just can’t seem to make a choice. Ok, sometimes I can make a choice. However, most of the time, I'm completely split. Well, maybe not completely. No wait, yes completely. Everything just has so many pros and cons.

To the you, that girl who used to seek his approval. To the you, the one who needed everyone to accept you because you could not accept yourself. That you, the little girl who looked in the mirror and saw all that she’s not. She saw everything bad and let go of everything good, because the past hurt her. That’s not you anymore.

You scarred me. Left me with a wound so deep like a child in a coffin. Closed but always open.

My eraser dust danced on the desk to the music of the delicate lyrics they’d just extinguished. I see them smile and bounce around. It’s because now THEY hold the secrets to the forgotten song. Although I have discarded their party with the sweaty backside of my hand, they continue to dance, just now on the floor.

We're learning about the law of conservation that says energy cannot be created or destroyed. But for me, your energy has been destroyed -- or has it just been transferred to another person like the law stated? I could ask you this while you tap your foot next to me which is all I am focusing on. I know I need to hear the answer, but I don't want to because I know I'll lose all of my energy. That's something I will have to accept along with the grade of the test that is sitti

You are many things like fireworks exploding in my body punching bones and organs one by one. You can be a vine stretching farther and farther from its root, curious to wrap itself around trees and branches tugging and tearing at their foliage. Ivy that consumes its surroundings choking out its competition.

You grabbed the sparkling object off of the platter. As you handed the Dominican pesos to the cashier, I wish I was able to see your smile. You knew that I would love it. And when a ping went off on my phone, I saw that it was you. Look what I got you was sent with flirtatious emojis conveying your excitement. Finally, when the sparkly object was flown to LaGuardia in its brown paper bag, packed gently into your suitcase, and later into my hands, the abundance of words weren'

I sat there in silence... The person who confessed their love for me is kissing the girl I hate while I sit in the back row of class. My heart that once kept with joy is no deflated with no rhythm. My teacher in Global History asks us to draw what is in our heart for the next five minutes. Pencils start writing and all there is is a blank paper with tears that roll down my cheek. We were given two partners to see what it's like to push your views on others. I was assigned to