"i want to make you the happiest girl"
the words grabbed her by the throat.

they stuck there, each syllable a finger
pressing down and down, one by one.

it wasn't a promise, but a confession
and forgiveness was already rising
like bile in the back of her throat.

she knew he could never mold her,
but the words had left their mark.

they kneaded at her skin, pulling and tugging,
she tried her best to bend and break,
and finally, he revealed his masterpiece:

brusied, she replied
"but you have made me the saddest".