I am well aware how your skin
shreds off immortality
when adjoined with mine.
Very well aware.

An Ingénue,

that’s what she is.

Blazing fire would follow her wherever she went

She’ll make you stutter and swallow your own words

For beware

do not at all costs,

fall in love with her

Because she doesn’t love.

Everybody has their own version of a predictable thought
that pulls all their strength down, swallows them whole
and simply lets it.
It makes the powerful fall and
the wealthy in romance feel restless.

But here you are, giving the top crust of my sandwich extra jam.

Your face an inch from mine.

I realize that you’re my weakness.

It all happened so naturally.
She was haunted by every word, touch and his whole existence.
Her own soul was possessed.
She didn’t mind at all.

“As I braced myself for the impact of his palm,
my bones told me to fight back,
for they are ready.
My mind constructed my eyes to look at the open door. I could leave this hellhole and bring back my vitality.
The door.
But the man looking at me with rage,
is the man I loved.
I closed my eyes
and
waited for the pain.

If I were a writer,
all the novels I wrote and I’ll be writing in the future
will all be dedicated to you.
You would see crumpled papers scattered all over my room.
Open each of them,
its about you.
There would be cared for papers too. Secretly kept away safe in a cabinet.
Again, about you.
I have wasted a plethora of ink just writing your name.
Do you call me a writer now

This world is very cruel indeed.

You hear the sound of a whimpering child,

slapped and freshly bruised

There are billions of thundered hearts

that swore to never fall in love again

There is also the faint voice of control,

and the empowering voice of temptation.

But we’re all human beings, aren’t we?

We’re all begging to be saved.