“She was no shrinking violet; she was no house of cards. She was a whirlwind: strong yet obedient, wise yet understanding. That is not to say she could not love, for love was all she had and love was all she gave. Up until her last breath on this dreary planet, her heart ached for a beauty only the absence of his soul could ever leave behind. She scarred her thighs and she broke her skin but she loved into the light and the darkness all the same. Her lips would dream of grazing his, like the waters edge would not once more sink into the bed of sand it befriended years ago. She believed in more than this earth and she yearned for a warmth it could not salvage. She was no shrinking violet, no she was the stain of smudged red lipstick of breathless lovers and the trailing mascara of unwanted Valentines. She was a walking contradiction and brought nostalgia wherever she went, but all the beautiful ones are and all the broken ones do.”
— something in all of us // s.b
