[ there is a reason he has stayed away, besides the obvious strategic maneuvers: this. not only her spirit but how she can so viciously and ruthlessly cut to the quick; she opens him up and the blood spills with his rage. if he were there his hand could be around her neck; he could stifle all that she has to hurt him.
as it is, his fist finds the wall beside her image. he breathes. he lifts his pen.
he needs to be tender with her, sickly sweet and gentle.
all the ways his reflection loves her. ]
So loyal you are to the man you love, but I'm certain you've looked in the mirror. How convenient it is now; when we can both see the truth in your eyes.
You have nothing. You're hardly the present, let alone a future. And when you leave here, you'll be nothing. The world will pass by as you rot and decay until not even he will think of you. No one will think of you.
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as it is, his fist finds the wall beside her image. he breathes. he lifts his pen.
he needs to be tender with her, sickly sweet and gentle.
all the ways his reflection loves her. ]
So loyal you are to the man you love, but I'm certain you've looked in the mirror. How convenient it is now; when we can both see the truth in your eyes.
You have nothing. You're hardly the present, let alone a future. And when you leave here, you'll be nothing. The world will pass by as you rot and decay until not even he will think of you. No one will think of you.
It's almost too sad to be cruel about.