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At least I’d like to believe she’s not psychotic enough to purposely want to drown herself simply because she’s in my arms.
Lolll
“I’m sorry. Are you flirting with me or threatening me? I can’t tell—"
I want to replace every skeleton in her closet until all that jumps out to scare her is me.
“Hate me all you want, make me the monster in your dreams, make me the thing you strive to kill, make me the villain in your story. As long as it’s me and no one or nothing else.”
👀
When will she notice the undeniable fact that I can’t kill her? I can’t stand the thought. She will live for me; if anyone tries to take that away, their blood will paint my hands.
“The only man you’ll touch again is me,”
Oh! That’ll do it
He’s not having a good day. I smile at the thought. I hope it’s because of me.
Lmaoo
“I don’t need a picture to remind me of you,” I mutter, taking a purposely sharp turn. “Why not?” “Because every breath I take reminds me of you.”
“Please, let me be your monster.”
“I want you to see the monster you make out of me.”
👀
“You’re right; I’m obsessed with you.”
“So much so that I stared at the same photo every day, memorizing each freckle that painted your cheeks until it didn’t feed my fix, so I had to carve you into the knife you almost took my life with.”
“You’ve made me so sick that I had to ink you into my skin as if your mark on my neck wasn’t enough.”
If it takes me being at her feet every day to make her want to be here, then I'll gladly do it.
