Elizabeth Scott
Elizabeth Scott
hands lied you-make-me-feel
I lied to Julia, I didn't know what else to do because you - you make me feel..." I had to stop. Not because I didn't have words. I did. But I was afraid to say them. He looked at me, and I knew then I could love him. That if I let myself I would. "You make me feel too," he said, and held out one hand.
matter firsts stills
I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.
thinking want taste
I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue. Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.
sweet pain heart
He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.
hurt uncertain understood
And now I see what has been there all along, what I've noticed but never truly understood until now. Eli is as uncertain as I am, as we all are. Life has surprised him like it has me. Has hurt him like it has me.
heart cutting broken
I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.
talking want remember
Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy. Being happy makes you want to talk, to go over everything, to share it so you can remember it all over again.
heart wish mines
Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.
names stealing-things long
My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember
bread faces pouting
I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.
lying knows
But I know a lie when I hear one.
jobs school mean
School is just like having a job. You have to show up, you have to do your work, and you have to be around tons of idiots or mean people. Now that I think about it, it's worse than having a job. At least there you get paid.
heart sorrow trying
Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.
sick people smoking
There's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.