LOVE SMITH
YOUR LIPS ARE WICKED AGAINST HER SKIN…
but not as wicked as the lies that have departed from them moments prior— “it’s okay love…” “it’s alright” “i’m okay” “nothing’s wrong”
… all said in order to avoid what could have been the near inevitable future, which would have possibly entertained the idea of her ever leaving you.
but you instead just had to chase after what once was, or what could’ve been; and had it not been for your deep-rooted nature- and the killing, lust-abiding side of you that just wanted to take. take all her love.. her desire.. her future—to yourself… and now her best friend's presumably lifeless body. and make it your own as if it was ever meant for you in the first place. the person who she thought was dead for many years now being in her arms, a new person that carried even the oldest memories with her regardless.
it could be a good thing that you embraced this side of yourself. the side that was just wanting of a separate identity through which you would be able to completely tend to those hidden sides of yourself.
but she was only half of your impulse control and she fell victim to it too, especially in this heated moment that captivated the two of you, and had you sharing so easily.
and you can’t help but to whine as she rolls her entire body into you more firmly than before. since moving from being held against the kitchen counter so desperately- to her bed in a frenzied fashion, kissing all sloppy with passion and hands grasping at tangles of hair.
even in your heated desire there’s a kind of regret— and not because it doesn’t feel good to finally have her against you despite everything- because between you and love, it most certainly does. but only because you can’t help but to wonder if your skin will crumble under her roaming touch, falling apart to reveal your true nature. and all the monstrous parts of you that have consistently worn out by being drenched with a crimson red- a blessing in itself.
the color that you've tried so desperately to hide from her upon sudden revelation. covering up all the negatives and replacing it with the only positives you had left to give to her. distracting her from the future, whatever the opposite may have held in comparison to the present.
and she’s just as desperate as you are, maybe even more so as she strengthens the grip of her fingers that take their place on the back of your neck, and caressing the hair and skin there as her warm tongue covers your own- discovering the parts of you left undiscovered by her for the longest time…
she’s known you her whole life. but do you really know her at her core? is she really even your best friend? has she ever even truly been your best friend after all this time? they say friends make the worst enemies but albeit the great lovers. it never came to you that she'd have her own secrets to hide, with her basically being a jumping target for the world to see. but then she holds your hands together in her own, guiding them up against pasty sheets, until she's satisfied with the position she has you in.
she's above you, a small giggle leaving her kissed lips as she gazes down upon you in all your glory. her eyes shine at the sight... until there’s suddenly more pressure being applied.
more & more pressure than what is physically comfortable. her knuckles turning an obscene shade of white as her fingers burns marks into your skin from how tight the hold both hands have on you.
before you can even get a single word out from the discomfort there’s a crack, and that’s when you realize from plain ignorance— that it’s too late to dwell back into your thoughts…
her lips quivering and tears fall down her flustered cheeks. a confirmation of regret, and then nothing as she leaves the room, locking the door behind her. you can only watch as everything surrounding you bursts up into flames. leading a trail over sheets. and up to your body. forcing you to make peace with death.
deny the truth once and then no more. doubt what’s actually true and what isn’t until it’s too late. maybe you wanted it to come to this. maybe you shouldn’t be so trusting after all. maybe you won’t be…










