a/n ~ this one's a bit darker then the one before, it's kinda about stockholm syndrome, and really idk where i was coming from with this. my friend gave me a topic about falling in love with your killer, and i ended up with this. i truly do hope you enjoy my writing though, as i'm pretty proud of myself! 💞
everyday,
as you pass her,
you notice that everythings changed,
you no longer look at her,
as your next victim.you realize,
maybe it doesn't have to end this way,
maybe you two can live alone,
in a forest,
far from others.as she sits there,
chained up,
you decide,
that maybe talking to her,
might make things better.you don't trust her enough,
not yet atleast,
she could easily run away,
but maybe,
that wouldn't happen.maybe she thinks the same way,
maybe everyday as she watches you live,
she starts to slowly fall in love too,
maybe it was destiny,
or maybe it was a tragedy waiting to happen.as a few weeks go by,
she starts to look more pale,
and everyday,
you feel more guilt,
growing in your stomach.maybe this was for the best,
but maybe it wasn't,
maybe it's time to give her a chance,
but maybe it isn't.you feel bad,
letting her sit there and rot,
so you let her go,
not away from you,
but atleast from the chains.she seems to not be to bad,
trustable enough to wander,
but not to leave your sight,
just not quite yet.but maybe she wasn't trustable,
you say as you lie there,
covered in blood,
on the verge of death.maybe she'd try to help,
but most likely not,
i mean she hit you with the car for a reason,
you truly were a terrible person.or so you thought,
your vision goes blurry,
and you see the darkness finally get to you,
but soon,
soon you see light,
with a ringing pain in your head,
you quickly sit up.maybe she was trustable after all,
you think,
maybe it is destiny,
you say as she lays down next to you,
she looks drained,
and tired.she did it all for you,
she saved you,
it was destiny,
she truly did care,
and so did you.~written by honk. again if you steal this i will clip ur toe nails and turn you into a burger. my besties will also go after you because stealing someone else's hard work is the worst you could do. 💞
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random poems i make 💞
Kısa Hikayeliterally random poems i write when i'm in my emo edgar allen poe arc. pls enjoy, and all constructive criticism is accepted.