#lauren.

Like a bee my thoughts flitter

From one sweet thing to another.

And i realize mispoken words

And misheard phrases

Can have more impact than you think.

About how your paranoia and dread

Wasnt mistaken for whats up in your head.

How poorly written lies

Can sometimes kill butterflies

But i know who i am now.

Or at least getting to know them

We were angry at first, yes

Because our mind has always been our fortresses

Made of that black adamantium tresses.

But you broke yourself against those walls

And permanently implanted yourself in my head.

Do you remember when i said?

When i can count on one hand how many times i fall in love?

Just so you know,

I can still remember the first and last name,

Of my kindergarten crush.

My heart is fickle,

Cause i like pretty things.

TIMEFRAME: 2/14, afternoon.

OPEN TO: Anybody ( like to claim! )

Lauren knew that going out alone on Valentine’s Day was kind of pathetic, but oh well. It’s not like she was the only single girl in Chicago on this day, right? Ever since her most recent break up, she found herself spending every single Valentine’s Day by herself. It wasn’t like they could compare, and honestly, she was far too busy to be having random dates with people from Tinder. So she was stuck at Stella’s Diner, eating a salad and drinking coffee by herself. She finally noticed someone setting at the table across from her, noticing that they’d been alone for quite sometime now, just like her. She gave them a knowing smile, quirking her eyebrow as she tried to figure out if someone was joining her anytime soon. After a moment, Lauren decided to finally say something. “Not to sound like an asshole, but it sucks being alone on Valentine’s Day, right?” She was mostly being sarcastic, just trying to start some kind of conversation with someone else. Lauren honestly wanted to forget that her brother was spending the day with a young girl being romantic and gross. She took a long sip of her fresh coffee, not bothering with creamer of sugar. “It’s not like I’m bitter. It’s fine. Whatever, you know?”

*throws David J. Peterson’s “The Art of Language Invention: From Horse-Lords to Dark Elves, the Words Behind World-Building” (only $9.99 on Kindle) into the void with you*

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