This is the pignent of loyalty.
It's the reassurance your love will always love you back.
It's the tight hugs and returned kisses, the squeezes of a hand.
It's the feeling of late night video games, the quiet snickers to not wake those who sleep.
It's being without pants, pale thighs illuminated from the moon light.
It's the night sky littered with patterns of stars and waving at sightless planes.
It's the skipping of a heart beat when you look over at her, to find her already staring at you.
It's the gentle touches and simple smirks, a story not yet over.
But with all shades it's one of the worst.
It's the bruises left by words, the knots tied by broken trust, the triggers pulled by shattered hearts.
It's the blooded scars of detatched tears, a knife's blade protruding from her back.
It's the end she forever fears to exist.
