You’re worried about your pyjamas
I’m worried that when you stab my heart
You’ll see only you are in it
Or when you slit my throat
You’ll see praises in your name waiting in it
I’m worried that even though you are ripping my soul from me
I will still look in your eyes and say :
“Take what is urs”
I’m worried that I’ll hand over my mutilated heart and still trust you to protect it even as your teeth clamp over my jugular
I’m worried you’ll feel the thrumming of my heart the trembling of my bones because you chose to lay your hands on me
Your worry is for yourself
My worry is for yourself
But my biggest worry is that my love, when handed to you, will be a burden that you’ll have to live with
Knowing instead of my voice telling you I love you
You’ll have my blood telling you
That even in death, I will never stop
I sometimes think of it
U standing In ur pyjamas blood all over you,
I think of it and know without a doubt,
My love cost you my death
My pain has ended
But yours has just begun
Starting from the bouquet of roses you never gave me
The amount of times you never defended me
My revenge is my love
I die and leave this pain
And you
You will spend ur days in its cage
I wrote this as a joke to my best friend one day and well now it's my best artwork
I created a backstory and basically in my mind the character here is Elizabeth Bennetts sister Lydia after marrying that man
She's so in love but she s knows he doesn't love her back but she'd rather die than leave because even if he kills her to her it's his own form of love.
So she writes poetry and hopes that one day he'll find it and remember what they used to be but he never does and she dies
The only thing her children learn is that love kills