(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

He grabbed her face
and took her breath away.
The soft tips of his lips
made her sway.

His dark eyes spoke
in that fast yet slow moment.
She glared at him
with her smile growing.

Nothing else mattered.
It seemed like no one else was there.
She couldn't think of anything
not a burden, not a care.

Her heart fluttered and flip-flopped.
She couldn't believe this.
She sighed with ease
savoring her first kiss.

the limit of proportionality
is the is the point beyond which Hooke's law is no longer true

where the material you are stretching
becomes permanently stretched
so that the material does not return to its
original shape

and i guess people are like that too

you can only stretch for so long
until you reach a point where you break

physically.
emotionally.
psychologically.

                                                               ­        Broken