ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴇɴɢᴜʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.

They burnt my flowers down, imagine how mad they would go when they see they grew back as thorns. They should've made sure the heavens weren't on my side when they killed me. For I have returned in devils form to claim vengeance for the girl I used to be.

"Ｗｈｏ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ？"

I have built up walls of concrete, I caged that strange organ in the centre of my chest because it stands as weakness. But it is melting melting melting, my defences are crumbling, my heart is beating. It's strange. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. No one has ever dealt with love without getting their hands burnt.

ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵐᵉᵗ ʰⁱˢ.

"I cannot love you."
"So hate me."
"I tried that a long time ago."
"And what happened?"
"𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥."

They spent years torturing me, teaching me I was unlovable, a monster incapable of loving. So I believed love was much like sand, an unattainable something which would slip through my fingers the moment I tried to grasp it.

But now my battered heart gnaws its way out my body, pouncing into my stained hands, begging, pleading, falling on its goddamn knees as it tells me: '𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.'

TW.⚠️