WHY ARE YOU HERE AGAIN ?IF YOUR HEART WASN'T SNAPPED OPEN LIKE A PISTA NUT WITH ABSCESS OF YOUR CARDIAC MUSCLES ADORNING IT LIKE A MILKY RELIC,
WHY ARE YOU HERE ?
AFTER THE COUNTLESS TIMES MY TONGUE SCORCHED ITSELF OVER AND OVER, RUBBING ANTI-VENOM ON YOUR SNAKEBITES SNAKING AROUND MY SKIN / BEGGING YOU TO LEAVE YET,
YOU NEVER DID
YOU SAID I KILLED YOU— RETURN THE FAVOUR THEN. I DARE YOU. BECAUSE ALL MY LIFE, I HAVE BEEN KILLING BOYS; AND OH BOY, YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SPECIAL.
YOU JUST ACCIDENTALLY BIT YOURSELF.
BUT, LOOK AT THE IRONY LIKE YOU AND ME / YOU ARE A KILLER TOO, YOU KNOW? BUTCHERING AND CHOPPING MY SOFT CHERRIED HEART. REPEATEDLY. SO WHY DO YOU BLAME ME, WHEN ALL I DID WAS,
RETURN
THE ( FUCKING )
FAVOUR.
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