“i hope the past haunts you, creeping up on you in the darkest hours. what are you a part of now? a perfect pair of star crossed lovers in denial, fuelled purely by lust and the thrill of being against the world? pathetic. how does she look at you when you have your hand wrapped around her petite neck, a fistful of her hair in the other. do her eyes light up the way you crave from any female? does she believe this is what heaven is? losing sleep and breathing just to please you, her knees bruised from the weight of the world being placed on her shoulders? tell me, does she cry when left alone because she’s scared of the world around her? paradise is only next door as she weeps in despair, you being gone only to be fucking around with her best friend. affection is not a term you are familiar with, no, it never fucking has been. i spent years trying to cover any evidence of you, a crime scene within the depths of my memory as i think of what i suffered. no sign of life for miles, just creaky floorboards and darkness. our love was that of a bloodbath in paradise, only the wicked being able to escape. as you close your eyes at night, do you ignore her cries for help? is that what love is?” — 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓. 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈’𝐌 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄.