I didn't mean to hurt you.
Not at first.
It was just a game, a bet,
when it all began.
But as the days went by,
I grew attracted
and attached
to the way I was making you feel.
I watched you fall from grace,
hit the ground in pain
whilst I tortured you
under the pretence of loving you.
And I began to thrive in it,
in your hurt
and sadness
and frustration.
It brought me joy,
seeing you suffer.
It gave me power.
I indulged in your regret.
It consumed me.
I meant to hurt you.
And I enjoyed it.
i'm back again with more. this is something i wrote in my seminar today, and one of my classmates told me it gave her vibes of 'after' by anna todd. anyway i hope you enjoy this, let me know
aria.
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All That We Are (shorts)
Romancejust a bunch of short things that i'll write as they come to me, most likely with no context or backstory to tie them to i will try to continue some of these if i feel like they have potential TW - this may discuss some triggering topics to some
