It was the one person who haunted her into misery. Will my heart be enough to bring her back to life when the first thing she reached for was not him, or him, or me. Whispers over my flesh, tugs on my heart strings like a puppet, tangled in a mess. Because even through the sin, It's her that lingers within. Even my darkness survives in daylight.īut love does win. I’ll take all of her soul and pour in my spite. She will eventually come back to me, on all fours. The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes? I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. They say magic isn’t real, but isn't it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. Some girls like things that are destructive and toxic.
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