A poem for no one. Date Started : January 27, 2018 Date Ended : -------

Leaves are falling, feelings are fading. Two fates are twisting, different kinds of feelings. Full blood on hands, knife on the hearts. The players are playing, the game is starting. Dim light, black and white, a knife on my hand. Perfect. He loves me He loves me not He does loves me PSYCHOPATHS FIRST LOVE ©girlinyourpcket x erratic_cat 2018