It took a long time to learn
It took years of opening myself to anyone
Of widdling the bones of my body to a softer shape
Trying to become easier
To become lovelier
'Show me the blood behind your flesh'
At simple requests I came undone, I'd do whatever you needed so long as you loved me after, you did love me, correct?
Your pride in me created sand storms.
A whirlwind behind my ribcage.
On paper we were poetic and beautiful.
You were a knight, I the damsel, played the parts well.
like all stories go, happily ever after, whatever you wanted.
I was coughing up dust to much to protest.
I told everyone we were fine.
I used the sand to clot my wounds.
Why didn't they say anything until after?
When we parted our seas, your river carved a new path into some poor girls' heart.
Why did the ghosts only come out then?
They watched it all happen from the woods, watched the trip and the loss and the pain
They sat silent through the tears
Only when the house collapsed did they stop by to say
I should have known better
I should have seen what they saw
What no one ever said, I should have felt it too.
Stupid stupid girl, he was a wolf in people's clothes, didn't you see that? Didn't you love him?
How could you leave him so cruelly, you monster?
When he ran with a wounded paw, his friends stayed by his side, nursed his wound closed. I carved him out of my life late at night and nearly died from the bloodloss. Stitched the wounds closed alone.Â
He's a wolf, wild, clumsy.
He rips through girls lives, shreds them to nothing, pushes them to hard, creates storms in their chests that feel too much like butterflies until it is far too late.
Nobody ever stops him.
It's a secret break, it festers in the dark quietly, when the light hits it, the view is horrifying.
Every time, he runs off with burnt paws, every time his friends heal his wounds, they never question the charred bodies he runs from, how many castles hes ruined.
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