Genevieve124

Crack me open. Tear me apart. Only your words Could rip out my heart. You expect so much, To forgive and forget, But you've not given a reason, Not now, not yet. You do the wrong And you give the worry, Yet along the way, I'm expected to say sorry. But that's not how it works, Or do you not see?  You do the wrong So you do the apologizing. I won't be used And I won't be played. I've lost myself As many times  As many times as I've prayed. And you won't be the difference. You won't have your way. I'll stick to my guns Though it might end in dismay. So you can state your demands. You can say that you're right. But in the end, I decide

  ~Kid’s P.O.V~ I noticed one of (Name)’s weapons, Ren waving at Liz, Patty, and I. I noticed that (Name) was blushing. I smiled. ‘She looks kind of cute blushing.’ Liz smiled. “I think Ren is trying to invite us over.” Liz stated. Patty grinned. “Can we hang out with them Kiddo-kun?” Patty asked. I shrugged. “I don’t see why not.” I replied. “YAY!!~” Patty yelled before running over to Ren.  I smiled again. “Ren and Patty get along pretty well.” Liz said as we walked over to them. “You would think they were sisters.” I replied. Liz chuckled

There are few things in life that a young prince is prepared for. Countless, colossal events to attend, when you’re hardly a few feet tall. Endless hours of studies and tutors when there are brilliant days full of promise and play. Rarely ever, are youthful, happy children ready for the stressful, time-consuming events that take control of their everyday lives. For Odin’s youngest son, he was about to experience the third of the day. Loki receded further into himself the closer they got to the throne room. His expression was an odd combination of fear and longing; fear, because he was about to meet someone who would drastically