I haven't been writing enough recently. Which is bad, really bad. I use writing as therapy and not having enough time to do it... Bad.

But, here's something. This is dedicated to Drishti3693. Because she's amazing.

This is Victoire and Teddy, a new couple for me to write but I kinda love them.

Leather

&studs

&&bright bluepinkgreen hair

Because

(according to your mother)

You're making yourself so uglyugly

What she doesn't know is

It's because you're so damn tired of being

So damn pretty

.

But it's so difficult

You know

Being perfect isn't easy

So you shrink from the spotlight

You f a d e into your own shadow

And, oh dear,

You're gone (!)

In a flurry of hairdyeandpiercings

You've disappeared

.

This isn't a case of

Goodgirlgonebad

(well, actually it is)

Being porcelain is difficult

And nobody wants to see perfection cry

So,

Instead

You hold it all back

The tears

&Sobs

&&Fears

&&&Insecurities

And you bottle it all up

Until you've completed the transformation

And you're no longer

P e r f e c t

Then

Then you can c r y

.

But

Oh!

There's a boy here who wants to speak to you,

Vicky

He wants to know what happened

Why you aren't you

And oh!

He liked you just the way you were [before]

(but that was the purpose, you know

To get them all to stop liking you)

.

And so you explain

(because what else is there to do?)

E v e r y t h i n g

.

(except not quite)

.

((well actually,

You cover most of it

And he guesses the rest

[smart boy]))

.

And he's your happily ever after

Because he's the only one to realize

And really truly care

About how b r o k e n

You felt

And he healed you with butterfly kisses

&long hugs

&&long walks

&&&the response 'no you're not' when you said

You were 'okay'

(you had been waiting long enough

For someone to notice)