#07212015

Of course there is somewho who you could love more and of course there is someone who could love you more than I. But I'm here. And I'm all you have. And I know that you seek more. I know that I'm not enough for you. But I'm here. And I try. I try so fucking hard. And I know we hate eachother at times. And I know we love eachother at times too. Sometimes love isn't enough to overcome the hate. I don't know why I hold onto you so hard, while you try to let go. I know our love has ended. That our hearts don't fit together anymore. But I don't want to let go. I love you. You don't love me. And it kills me to write that, to acknowledge it. That we're not how we used to be. When I walked into the room you used to smile at me like I was the rain after a forever drought. Now when you see me, you see me as the water drowning you. Holding you down. Taking away your breath but not in the way I used to. Not in a good way. I''m slowly killing you. And the hands that I thought were wrapped in your own, were actually wrapped around your neck. Oh, my darling. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. But I did. And I keep apoligizing and you say it's okay. I know it isn't. And you know that I know. So where do we stand? I know one of us will leave. I love you so much and you still care for me but not love. So for once, I'll make the sacrifice. I'll leave and then finally you'll find someone who makes you happy. I will miss you.

She wasn't pretty or beautiful or drop dead gorgeous. She had an angular face and a long nose. Her eyes were a harsh gray and her lips were always set in a flat line. She isn't pretty. She's angular. She isn't beautiful. She's pointed. She isn't drop dead gorgeous. She's sharp like a knife. Pefectly cutting and brutal. She was powerful. Lethal. She is the fox. Her hair as red as flame. She'll catch you on fire and she'll watch you burn, warming her hands over your flames. "Don't play with with fire," His mother always told him when he was young. But he didn't listen and he touched her and he caught flame. She laughed as he turned to ash. "I burn brighter than stars," The fox tells him, "Don't you know that power is deadly to those who think they are entitled to it. It's your fault for your own destruction. So burn. And enjoy how you destroyed yourself."