Anakin-Wan

Everyone wants to know their loved Some may desperately strive for it Others may hide the desire Pretending to be tough As much as life throws at them As many shoulders their given to cry on They deny themselves of true happiness Convincing themselves that they aren't worth it Because somehow they know Deep down inside That this love is fake It holds no promises This love has broken their hearts so many times These are the ones who in the past strived for love Strived to recognized as worthy As much as we wish that love came free We have realized the truth We are no longer ignorant This is why we feel unworthy Because

My heart is filled with empty halls, Which you continue to roam. It's as if you are searching for a place you can call home. Why does it have to be my heart? If you believed she loved you, Then why would you want room and board in my heart? Who am I kidding? You are in my heart because you are in my head. I can't stop thinking about you. You dance around my thoughts. I try to force you out, But one look with those beautiful eyes, And I can't refuse you. You filled my heart with happiness, Then you unfairly ripped it away. When you are done roaming in my heart, Please leave the door open, For someone else will need

"Urgh!!! I can't believe you. You are your own person! Start acting like it. I never understood why you were so jealous of your brother." "It's none if your business." He sighed and looked away from the girl. The one that held so much truth in her eyes. "I know you! If you want to out shine your brother than do it!" Still furious at what had just happened she wasn't going to let this argument drop, not this time. They had fought about this so many times. She wasn't going to give up. She needed an answer. Not because she loved both brothers, but because she was jealous of them. She had always wanted siblings. She didn't think trivial things

I want you to know that this story you are about to read is not a happy story, nor will it have a happy ending. It is a tale spun by life, with made up stories and exaggerated truths. Isn't that all that life is though? We find ourselves pretend happiness's and we go along with them until we can't remember why they made us happy. We fight the truth as long as possible. We want to believe that we can be happy. That's why we pretend. It makes us continue with life. I watched my friends family's break apart and fade away.  I watched and I waited. I waited for someone to notice how much I was suffering. I wanted so bad for someone to tell me that

Echo knew how this was going to play out. Rex would come in and roughly escort him out of the room. Once out he would yell and scream about how unacceptable his behavior had been. How he should have just told her no. And how all of this was his fault. Goodbye 501st. Hello 99. That's what he'd be doing. He'd be cleaning around Kamino with 99. He felt a hand on his shoulder, he knew it was time to face his judgment. "What were you thinking?" Rex was trying to stay calm. He knew yelling wouldn't solve this problem. He knew deep down he couldn't blame Echo. This was all Ahsoka's doing, he knew that for sure. "Well…I wasn't. This wouldn't

Freedom. That's what she had promised. Love. She said I could live a normal life, get married, have kids. Food. No more of that army crap. She promised me the galaxy. Pain. She forgot to mention that one. That I would put my brothers at risk. That I could hurt them. That they would die. I loved my brothers. Why did I agree to this? Freedom. That's why. She promised that I wouldn't have to fight anymore. That I wouldn't have to live in fear of dieing anymore.  She lied. That was all Slick could think about. How that hairless-witch had lied to him. Thats why he was sitting in this cell. The guards on duty never even looked at him. They w

Could you love me, If you saw the real me? Would you listen to me,  Even if I was wrong? Would you hold me, If you saw me scared? Could you stick up for me, Even in front of your friends? Could you take care of me when I'm old,  Even though you might be fine? Would you tell me you love my cooking, Even if you don't like it at all? Will you love me,  Even if I'm not perfect?

For every reason I love you, There's a thousand more for me to hate you. The only reason you can even look me in the eye is because I gave you a second chance. I was the only one who looked past your mistakes. I wish I hadn't. You were never perfect. I convinced myself no one was. You told me that you loved me. I convinced myself that it was true. You broke my heart. I blamed myself. For every reason I have to hate you, I have a thousand more to hate myself.

Should I smile because we're friends, Or cry because that's all we will ever be? Do I tell you that I'm happy you found someone to love, Or do I cry myself to sleep knowing that you'll never love me? I laugh when you make a joke, But cringe when you kiss her lips. I mourn because I know we'll never be anything but, Friends.