What have you done to me?
You turned me into a forest fire, wild and out of control, destroying everything in its path. I’m sorry if the fumes are making you feel suffocated, but you are the one who fed these flames, with your lies and kisses, didn’t you? I’ve now become a dangerous black hole, engulfing everything near me with nothingness, but you are the one who made me this, so raw in all my madness and chaotic ways, dancing on the brink of insanity.
Don’t you dare fucking complain about how my edges feel too sharp to you now or how my pieces are not fitting all too well anymore. Does the universe apologize for cosmic annihilations? No right? Then do not look at me with regret and pity, I will tear you apart.
I’m the kind of girl your mother warned you about, the kind of girl that you hear stories about but never come across, stories of passion and ruin. You haven’t seen the monster I can be, the wrath that I locked away inside of me, disguising it as a deep lingering restlessness, like the way I avert my eyes when you look at that pretty girl on the subway with eyes full of glitter or the way I draw the curtains shut when I sleep in your bed during the day, so that even though you can touch me, I can keep myself at a safe distance, away from your longing gaze.
This restlessness will, one day, give way to a storm that no man will ever be able to subside, not even you. That day, I will spew galaxies and scream symphonies, for I will be free, free from the world’s greatest deception and life’s most beautiful lie, love.