was he better than me?
he is.
i asked if he was, darling we all know the nice play pretend.
he would never treat me like you did!
oh, but he has, you just haven't noticed it yet.
autumn greeted the two tainted lovers with its gentle breeze, the leaves still turning from wide varieties of mellow yellows, lovely reds, and bitter orange. the softness of the leaves is replaced by a crisp texture, signaling its death.
"tainted lovers?" i hear you whisper, "why mustn't it be the lovely couple, the joyful lovers!"
well, you see darling, she wasn't with her original, for the original bored her with his stupid perfection. she felt tied against the expectations of them never fighting, so she concocted a spell of a cheater upon her swirling mind. a dash of lust upon a little too much alcohol in a sticky bar across town will do the trick!
oh, sweetheart you're such a fool! he was breaking down piece by piece the very moment you started ignoring him! he started going insane.
the tainted can never be purified, for purification does not exist in such foul creatures like us.
she walks with slight confidence in every step, her brown her swaying in the breeze as she holds hands with another man.
"i love you." she says whimsically, her voice wrapped with torn paper. the gift was damaged upon her touch! her lips destroyed the meaning of those three words.
"i love you too."
and again, four words that brings insanity to the sane, the buzzing in your ears when you finally can feel loved.
so please, love, will you be a dear and listen to his side?
the tables have turned.
you treated me horribly!
are you for certain that wasn't you being the lying bitch you are?
