"you are my ******* creature do as i say" shouted the heart wrenching beast thegirlcouldseetheemotionthebeasthadhiden " no, you may think you own me, you may have just wasted your money and pride but you will ask nicely. that paper means nothing your ignorance shines through your skin, my love, you will regret me. i promise you that" butthegirlcouldn'ttrulyhonestlybelievethathewouldregretitforallsheknewthispurchasewasthesmartestthingthebeasthadeverdone " you know nothing! Do not dare call me your love for that thing, that revolting emotion is worthless, the world would be better off without it" "what do you know of love, beast?" and with that the beast stormed of to his jungle, knowing the girl was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. the girl walked back to herr corrider the beast said was hers earlier, and fell asleep in her doorway, not wanting to enter the room. the girl ponderd her thoughts while her eyes were shut. had the beast once been something more? once felt love, once gave sympathy? Once cared? Once wrote of happiness, not just death? was the beast something she could fix? Something she dared want?
i havent written anything like this on this site. i know it's not poetry but, in my mind it resembles it because the girl is partly me and partly someone else, while the beast is partially society