y/n POV (This chapter is experimental let me know what you all think)

After rushing to Bolin and crying we head back to his dorm since it was closer. I get out my notebook and begin to write.

The day is done, and I can't seem to run 

Why try to stand when one is there to catch

Why try to walk when beauty holds a gun

And there seems to be just a simple batch

Of fruit left out on the weeping table

So close to me is my heart yet never

Do I ever seem to be so able

Seem not to want to be the one sever

In a lifetime of many horrid lies

Maybe one time there can lie in one grace

One that isn't filled with mournful sorrow cries

instead, one that I can use as a case

To show that I will be alright and fine

One that will show that it is the one sign

The one sign that I will be looking for

One that makes me feel as if i'm alive

One that doesn't make me feel like just a corps

That can't make me feel the bad nosedive

One that doesn't make me feel like I'm spinning

Like a thousand ballet dancers circling  

I just want one singular beginning

More than I already have darkening

I want to live free of the many chains

That ties me down within my weakling mind

That doesn't cause me many regretful pains

As if I was the singular one blind

In a group of beautiful seeing mice

But instead I was put on freezing ice

Like that of someone who is slow to rot 

Upon the window sits a dying fly 

Never to flap to one tin ocelot 

That sits on the counter cozy and dry 

It features wrapped like death in a cold trance

Plucking at the heartstings he uses so

To pull us in at a very small glance

It seems to ever let me go and flow 

Out towards the sea ship docked bye and bye

How little moss grows below sturdy feet

remind myself this is no place to die

For it is way to beautiful a sheet

To call out to a stranger for something 

Is like asking the God a becoming

Get up, life is way to short to worry 

How tomorrow may ever take today 

My vision today maybe so blurry

Oh but fear not the tear drops are at bay

I click my heels three times now as I stand

Around the table is where I command

Oh there must be a special brand new band 

that seems to ever grow the weary land 

That plows the thousands of underlying seeds

Upon the vacant plots we very fear 

Maybe a million of them will grow, weeds

But when they don't we seem to simply cheer

Upon the rooftop where we kissed again

Butterflies may very incircle men

Those men you may ask really are us

Sitting up on the rooftop singing now

As we watch all the things we cal a bus 

Pass by against my angry disallow 

Four times I sit upon a bench called home

Four times it creaks against my very weight

I wish we could put but a single dome 

Above our undying love against ones hate

Oh fair me, spare me, your beauty and death

 Let me die before you so selfishly 

Oh I know I'll get better with a breath

If I tread very, very, carefully

So fair well for now oh so sweet beauty 

Or raise hell tonight across the sooty

I write before I close my book. I smile faintly at the night sky and chuckle, sooty.