maybe I don't love you anymore because I know what your hiding.
I know your dirty secret.
so don't act like you are hurt.
your dagger has gone too far into my slowly dying heart, and I won't let you slip another inch.
I grab the dagger and rip it out in agony, and the look on your greedy face is.. priceless. your eyes grow cold and distant; glossy. and your cheeks hallow as your lips part to an O. you blink confusedly.
but I smirk at you and a tear rolls down your face.
"w-what?" you roll off of on top of me. the dagger clinks to the cold ground and I raise up to you, sprawled on the floor, wiping your wet face. I laugh at you and tell you
"not this time." I turn, my back to him.
I feel a bit hurt as well. I feel a sorrow of not forgiving. and pause. when I pause, I am pulled to the ground by gravity in front of me. dark red pools from under me and something irritates my back. a dagger. I turn abruptly and see him sneering at my wound.
"I got you this time. you can't ever run away."
he is love and she is the human, the one cursed with love.
-K.R.
