"slut, go jump off a cliff"
maybe i will
"i swear to fucking god, if you jump off a cliff i will fucking kill myself, you don't think i won't do it? i could snap your neck in a second, who's to say i can't snap mine just as quick?"
your words are like a knife, but when you grab me by the neck and drag me to your knife collection i start to think maybe actions will soon speak louder than your words ever could
they were sharpened perfectly, just waiting on a victim to cut through, you knew all about that, didn't you, always tearing me up inside, you could do it without the knife, you tell me you love me and then two seconds later you say
"it's too fucking easy for men to fall in love with girls, you know i love you right? Do you still want to jump off a cliff because of me?"
maybe
"no maybe, you fucking bitch, cause then just MAYBE my fucking finger will slip and MAYBE it will just pull the trigger"
i take a quick glance at the knives displayed perfectly across your counter and start to think that just maybe jumping off a cliff wasn't the brightest idea, after all, i did love you, and i wouldn't want you to die, because i care about you more than i could ever care about myself
a/n yeah, i know i haven't been updating, and i know this is bad, but i'm just not feeling it, i might replace this with something better later
YOU ARE READING
°twisted°
Poetry"oh but darling, he's not insane, just a little twisted, he likes to haunt for fun" love is evil, and life is cruel copyright: all rights reserved
