Noise And Activity Are The Refuges Of

Killing You Is Not The Worst Thing They Can Do To You," I Say. "controlling You Is.

His Fingers Slide Into My Hair, And I Hold On To His Arms To Stay Steady As We Press Together Like Two Blades At A Stalemate. He Is Stronger Than Anyone I Know, And Warmer Than Anyone Else Realizes; He Is A Secret That I Have Kept, And Will Keep For The Rest Of My Life.

From One Tyrant To Another. That Is The World We Know, Now

Someone Shouts, "enough!" And I Think Too Much And Nothing At All.

It's Like He Knows, He Knows I Have A Thing For Her.