it's always easier when it's a bird.
they're delicate and strong willed yet fragile and easy. he's a fox, dominant and secluded. everyone knows a bird has no chance against a fox.
so i won't fight.
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over a year later the memories of the boy replay in my mind but they're faded. i only wonder why i find myself so devoted to a man that'd chose him over me. that's what i meant when i said the fox always wins. pure and delicate birds don't stand a chance. i knew that and it fucked with my head like crazy because i was so set on a happy ending. it's almost two years ago now and almost everyone i've met after him fucked me over. i don't hold that against any of you ladies and gentlemen, my heart is locked away. i made an effort to portray the female as a bird and the male as a fox, clearly the boy i talk about here is having to chose between me, a female, a bird and the male, the fox he was supposedly in love with also. he was essentially the predator and i was the prey and i lost. which was the most heart breaking thing i could've ever felt at the time. looking back i am so happy, as happy as this fuck up of a life can give me and i feel empowered and in control. i promised myself i would never again let a man kill me, which i did which is another story.
