You and I, we’re so alike. We’re playing this game, pretending to be hurt puppies. You want to have a reason to be hurt so you can justify when you run away, and I need a reason to hurt you to make you run away so I can run away as an excuse. And we will both run away.
I know you inside out by this point in time, and I know that you’re just waiting for the moment when you’re ready to run. It’s accumulating, like water behind a dam, and one day, the dam won’t be enough, and the water will destroy everything, taking you and me with it. So twisted we are, justifying it all by our brokenness that we are the cause of. You’ve awakened the writer in me, my dear. Not very good with words, just enough to explain the dark shadows that take up the spaces on the insides of my mind. I should be locked up, but this is so much more fun. I’ll test you, and you’ll test me. I’ll hurt you, and you’ll hurt me. And we’ll revel in our misery, secretly enjoying the pain but never admitting it, even to ourselves. A sadistic and masochistic duo, we’ll destroy each other and destroy ourselves in the process.
Our love is not beautiful. It will not go down in history as an example, and we will be forgotten. As much as we want to be the beautiful, healthy, and normal couple, we can never be just that. We will always be two lonely, miserable people who are too perverse to enjoy life in all its simplistic beauty. And this is how our love will be: toxic and all-consuming. And I will suck the venom from your lips and take it all in, and you will drink the poison from mine.
Such is our story, a damning tale of two broken souls in love.
