Writer's Block.

Once Upon A Time.

Once upon a time there was
a boy, and a girl that loved him, loved him so much. I say loved because every day puts it further in the past and that's all you are to me now. A story.

Foggy memories of little high fives and giddy smiles, the faintest ghost of your fingers caressing my elbow when you watch the paper below me, it all sounds so pretty to me, it all sounds so vague; It almost feels like a movie I watched half-asleep and had to read the summary the next morning to get it. I don't know how to feel about it because when it was all about you, whether in love or heartbroken, it felt like I was in stasis in the midst of a mass explosion that was determined to ruin me, burn down the vines that had bitterly grown from my tree-bark heart. Now, everything feels grey and there's only ashes in my mouth that I have chose to remember.

Once upon a time there was a boy, and a girl that loved him so much it left scars. But she's not that girl anymore.

-Ploys.