When you say you love me, I cannot trust it. It feels distant, like if you we're spilling a sweet lie but, at the same time I feel happiness. It's like living in a in a distorted reality to cheer myself up, to convince myself what you tell me is not a lethal poison, but bittersweet honey.
By just hearing a "love you" from you already made me feel comfy. Maybe you were a hidden ruthless being before you met me..? Talk to me about eternity but don't make me live a lie.
Tell me "I love you", tell me another sugared lie, let me raise up in peace, knowing I will never forget your wild prey skin.
Kill me with your poison, say lover for ONE LAST TIME.
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Collection of short stories
Algemene fictieStories never shared before. A bit of everything: stories of abandonment, sadness, regrets and sometimes joy. Maybe you find your safe place here, dunno! Just enjoy ;) Only created for entertainment. The cover is not mine. It's a photo of Ginza, Jap...
