I want to destroy what makes her beautiful
I want to dismantle the glaring features that make her superior
Her perfect symmetry that makes it ridiculous to concentrate on anything but her
Its torture
As she slowly picks up her water to drink
I envision her drowning in that cup of life
Irony that is just
Perpendicularly, She smiles and flicks her hair back
You smug *****
You idiotic Troll
Thank God My thoughts are not seen
I wake with this
I sleep with this
I bathe with this
I fight with this
I cry with this
I scar with this
I breathe with this
I do not regret many things
But She.
She
is one.