When you smile, there is a cruel twist to the corner of your lips. Your nose scrunching in a condescending sneer. Eyes alight with laughter. Wicked, but no one can resist. Your spark so bright, we are drawn to you against our will. We love you helplessly, only daring to hope that you might think of us.
Wild and rash you make your own rules, impose them on us all, break them yourself, and shrug off the consequences. What consequences? None seem to follow you.
Until now.
But I guess that once again you chose this.
No one ever dared to tell you no. If they did they were dead to you.
Then he told you no and here you are.
