saying i love you is like a stab in the back. your whole life flashes before your eyes, gat are you going to see? cheap presents your lover bought you, some pearls they pawned, chocolate that costs a dollar and single daisy that they pulled from your yard in attempts to be cliche? what about your first time. oh you liked so beautiful wrapped in lace, soft soft lace wrapped around your perfect curves, so vulnerable and so ready to feel something inside of you. you start, feeling the heat from. between you two, sweat dripping down your bodies in a colliding mess, not knowing what the hell you two are doing. all you know is you love that person, right? don't forget about your first date. dressed pristine and clean, in a nice red dress and those oh so beautiful pearls he pawned, peach heels clacking the marble ground to the booth he reserved for you. eating away your heart all you can think of is the music flooding your ears, his eyes, and what you plan to do with your life. is that what you see? nothing but fake love and fake things? is all you see is attachment and regret? gone too fast? now you're face down in a tub, naked and drowning in your undying blood. -me