C. A. Mariah

Love was the sensation that set me free.
It was in those stolen moments and forbidden touches I found who I belonged to.
Held in your arms, I finally saw what forever could look like, and when I sank into your kiss, heaven revealed itself to me.
Your love was my elixir, my muse. It gave me life, and I offered it to you freely, and you took it without remorse.
You let it feed you, and in return, you woke something inside me. Or maybe you simply made me aware of what lingered there all along, hiding underneath sweet, pretty smiles.
I love you, and I know you love me, but what is love but chaos set loose?
And can we really call it that if no one gets hurt?

Pretty White Lies

Amira: I'm so tired. It's the only emotion I feel anymore, or it was until I found what my father was hiding deep in his closet. The letters changed everything. The inescapable fog constantly surrounding my mind has cleared and now there isn't anything stopping me from digging further into the truth. The truth to why she left. Why she abandoned me to this life with monsters surrounding every corner. My plan was slow forming, but everything clicked into place when he stepped into my life again. He may have made reaching my goal easier, but my heart? It wasn't ready for Roman Marcello. Roman: Life behind bars wasn't hard. Did it have its challenges? F**k yeah, but life was full of those before prison. After serving three consecutive years, I'm out and am ready to start my life somewhere far from home. But I have some things to take care of before that happens. I step back into my old life, ready to walk right out when my past comes snapping in my face, but when I'm offered a chance to get what I really want, the opportunity to see her again, my plan changes. Now all that matters is her. My angel. My Amira.

C. A. Mariah

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