•• compulsive liar.

            Oh, look what you’ve             done, you’ve made             her mad. This wasn’t             supposed to happen,             she wasn’t supposed             to notice.                          Fuck.             “You just, ah—             You remind me             of someone, is             all.”

                                ‘  who— ’                     & she spoke ( harshly ) ; ;                              teeth grit together tightly,                              burning her gaze against you,                     far enough to spark a FLAME.                                              what a petty excuse,                     she’s heard much better !                                    perchance you were being                                h  o  n  e  s  t   !                                    but she’s be a fool to make                    such an assumption——                                 after all, you’re A HEATHER. 

       ( alriiiight ; this could be one of        those [ dastardly ] side effects        of popularity. right ? )                      ❝ it doesn’t say all that in the                                  year book, does it ? ❞ 

                          ‘ no—- '           & a laughter escapes her lips,           pulling a wallet from her coat ; ;          oh, and it most certainly wasn’t hers.          it’d be beneficial for you to pay more                                  ( a t t e n t i o n ) !           tsk tsk tsk—-                      she’s not a thief !!           so don’t you dare call her one !!           she’s merely making a point. 

                  ‘ that’s mine ! ' 

         fingers lace around the book,          as she forces the beaten journal          from your grip, holding it tightly         against her chest ; ;          ANGER far more than present          with each twitch of her gaze.          lips pressed together so very tightly,          staring up at your form,          merely to wait for an answer.

                                  & a soft squeak leaves her lips,                                   head tilting to the side as her hands                                  fidget along the leather of the diary.                                   her very own form of SOLACE :                                   god knows how many confessions                                  had been placed along the falling                                  pages & she’d be damned to let                                   anyone, so much as look upon them. 

                       ’ don’t you dare. ‘ 

       her back is pressed against the wall,        backing away from you shakily ; ;        tentative eyes burned against your form.        WATCHING every move you dare make.        whether or not your intentions                         came with ( purity ) ,        or with a desire far more wicked—-       she won’t be so stupid as to wait        to see the very outcome. 

                   ’ I think——-                     I think I’m falling in love with you. ‘

        & as each word spills from her lips,         ( hesitance ) makes itself present ; ;         body cowering as you STARE,         she hardly knows you,         you’ve done nothing but ɪɢɴoʀɛ her.         yet she finds herself breathless         at the mere SIGHT of you.

                                 1. heart beat quickening.                                  2. palms growing heated.                                 3. face flushing. 

        she is almost ( positive )         you never knew she existed,                           after all—-        she’s only a basket case.         meant to be spoken about,         yet never dare to be heard.         this is silly of her. 

                    “ there is—, “

          but that’s not all he has to say (because a silent tongue holds so many more words than a novelist can write into a book, those who seem an idle mind are those who can never get thoughts to still themselves in midst of their surroundings; there are murmurs of words of screams of shouts and they’re angry, all so angry, to cover up sorrow and self-detriment as one withers away like the remains of hallowed ground), even if he remains furthermore unspoken in the face of a stranger.

          such talk of angels and devils—it’s all delusional, a way for those incapable of grasping the simple concept of conscientiousness to fabricate a logical device, an imagery of something so far above the heads of humans though it comes a second nature to most, a lost cause to others—like him. for some are born with the instinct to moralize, to internally debate questionable actions that leave those around and amidst with jaw slack and breath loss, but some are born                                              m o n s t e r s  ,                                              monsters that only become bigger monsters and create monsters and destroy monsters in all of their chaotic wake. ask him such a violent request, surely, he would oblige—stain dark brick streets with putrid crimson that sets senses alight with the tinged scent of metalized fear and shrieks of agony.

                                              it takes moving mountains                                               to muffled the sneering                                               laughter that bubbles up                                               and takes even more to                                               manage a proper response.                                                          they could forever converse                                                          in frightful inner dialogue                                                          that only the dark, diluted,                                                                     deranged                                                          could ever learn to enjoy.

                    “ —and i know that. you ever think that maybe that was the point? “

          and on point, as he speaks of, silver gilded tongue hisses like a stained dagger brandished against pale flesh, and it’s a fight with words; he’s following.

                                                                    he’s intrigued.

                       ' ha ha. ' 

         ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴅᴏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛʀᴏᴜs ᴛʜɪɴɢs            the wicked lurk within those who are hidden,           a heavy burden of mortality lifted off their          heaving shoulders, long since grown weak          from a lifetime's worth of s u f f e r i n g  ; ;           can you hear their SCREAMING ?                each child as they cry for their mother :                               (  protect me !                                  protect me !  )           don't you dare pretend they aren't evident.           as if tears possessed any ability to save them. 

                                                          silly, pathetic, children----                                                     they fathom a life without adversity,                                                                              it's ironic !                                                                        isn't it ?                                                 it's merely a few more years until the blade                                                  presses against their frail wrists. 

        you enjoy the crimson as it dwindles,          & she cowers upon the very sight.          however we, were not meant to be                             C O M P A R I S O N S         as if any of it made a ( difference )          both of us will be ignored in the end,          regardless of the circumstances.          whether it be a noose that ends her,          or a knife against her throat.                                  tell her---         why is it that she suspects         you know the answer? 

                                             ' if you don't want to answer,                                                 why do you stick around? ' 

                            no word drawls out with hesitance,                              rather, confidence strikes each syllable.                              she stopped fearing the ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs                              within the DARK , when she realized ; ;                              the most repulsive creatures lurk                               through d a y l i g h t .                              & not for a second would you                             say anything otherwise. 

"Um, what?”

"No I don’t want to. You have to make me"

     but with great respect,      she just smiled at the obvious      lack on interest from you.      knowing what it felt like to be a                         c h a r i t y  p r o j e c t ;;       she hoped you didn’t feel ( that ) way.       the hallways filled with laughter of the       abnormal ones, including you. which       is why she even thought this was a good        idea in the first place.        but if she thought wrong about someone,            it wouldn’t have been the first time.

                             ” but alas      i can’t. “

          & undoubtedly, ( persistence ) carries           itself through each movement she dares make.           her gaze remained burned against yours,                                  ------what a joke !!                    your integrity is for shit.            fingers burrow into coat pockets,            temper struggling to keep calm,                              /  c o l l e c t e d  \            can you blame her ? 

                                     every assumption lays within                                      her own reasoning,                                       upon her own EXPERIENCE ; ;                                       drawl a forced friendship out                                       & then, as if like glass,                                  S H A T T E R   I T   T O   P I E C E S                                       she refuses to remain { fragile }  

                                                 it’s

                                                                 little                                                                  & BROKEN