Blighted Bars

PHOEBE

Phoebe smiled a little and shook her head. Her eyes closed as a light laugh escaped her lips. ”Oh, Jata.” she said with a sigh. He was funny – such a man. ”Unless you decide to be celibate, there is always a chance you will have children, and something tells me celibacy is not your thing.” she said knowingly. He was needy and craved physical affection; it had been one of the things that had made their relationship blossom so quickly since they spoke the same love language.

Her head tilted to look at him, the small smile still on her lips. ”And more importantly, you don’t get to decide if people look up to you or not.” she said with a light shrug. Role model type or not, it wasn’t something he could control. Someone was bound to end up looking up to him for one reason or another. ”What I know is that you sell yourself short. You do yourself a disservice by not acknowledging your whole self. And that knowing you, and being with you, has made me a stronger person.” she said with a sigh, looking back up at the ceiling. ”I just wish I was enough for you. That you could have been happy with me. But that isn’t the case, is it?” she said, looking back at him. ”I am as lovable a person as you are a role model type.”

When dark creeps in and eats the light

Bury your fears on sorry night

For in the winter's darkest hours

Comes the feasting of the Vours

No one can see it, the life they stole

Your body's here but not your soul

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