here. hold a knife. point it at my chest. stab the strife. here. hold a blade. place it at my wrist. cut the hate. here hold a gun. aim it at my head. shoot then run. here. hold a bomb. throw it in the air. watch it explode. here. hold my heart. smash it to my face. witness me fall.
that's for me, for falling in love with the boy who murdered love.
i just thought of Diana Vickers' song "the boy who murdered love." quite an old song but it's still catchy. it's been sitting in my drafts for so long, i decided to finish it today!