You are a curse best left
but a curse best kept.
I will always want you for myself.
What could the world know about you?
They wont even look you in the eye.
They will never speak your tongue.
I am afraid, ALWAYS AFRAID.
Afraid of and for you.
You like to believe I tremble at your touch.
I don't. I shiver at the thought of letting you go.
For you are the punishment upon us all.
A hex I have created. An oath of disaster.
The crack in the mirror before it breaks into a hundred shards. The fragments that are never found but stepped on later. A reminder that nothing is okay just yet. A mental note that there are hidden tragedies beneath us all. Who could love you for this crime?
Not even me, but I could never let you free.
© 2014 Rhea Nadia