Your presence is magical; Love is your pronoun..."

“...I don't understand how you cannot know that you're important”. He continued to speak, as he swallowed down the love confession he almost did confess.

The kid whose screams were silenced within the four walls she called home. The kid who sought comfort in friendships that ended up ripping her apart, as she fought mentally and physically. The love languages and triggers overlapped, as the kid craved warm hugs but hated being touched. What did that kid do to deserve it? Survived the attack and dared to live again; Trusted souls and dreamed for a life again. Karma demands payback but never in the form of abuse.“She deserved it", someone said.

“What did that kid do?” I replied as I refused.

Forgive her for not being a greater woman, begging for love, attention and care, trading her soul, body and respect. An endless amount of tears and sweat. Oh dear God! She did not ask for your wealth. Wh*re you called her, even though the word didn't really come out of your mouth. As she lay down on the ground for you to walk all over, abuse her love and devotion. She trusted people easily and that was her fault, One and a two and a three, endless lovers are her reward. Scars on her body, a shattered hope. Nobody asked who was holding the knife—greater cuts do get always ignored. Perhaps she was the culprit for being a Lovewhore!

I wanted you to be my only person, all the time. Perhaps why I didn't think twice before walking through the hellfire; hunting down the witches and the unicorns; I made a deal with the devil thinking — I can have you, not for eternity but at least for a lifetime.

I kept committing greater sins for the sin I must have not committed in the first place–the pride, the envy, the wrath, the greed, the lust–Sold six senses to six unforgivable sins. Twin flames are capable of leaving a burn for life— but God! Was I going to listen? You were my only choice.