• Tell me…

    Why do you continue to exist?
    Do you not see that I do not desire you? Do you not know that you are nothing more to me than a small insect on its last life? Are you too hard headed to believe that I have told you everything on my heart?

    Do I need to repeat it all again?

    It would be funny if I did; I can picture your dumb face twisting in agony as I tell you again that you are nothing more to me that a fleeting Romantic. I could giggle at the sight of you screaming in pain as I tell you again that you are a bubble-headed boy bouncing around in hopes of finding your one true love. I could laugh like a mad woman as you run away after I tell you again that you have no purpose in my life; to serve me or love me, or to even bow down and kiss my feet.

    I wonder, would you kill yourself after I tell you? Would you drown your body and sorrows in a deep ocean? Would you get a gun and blow your body all over the wall, like the words ‘I love you’ that you wrote for me? Would you stab yourself with a knife, right into the heart that once beat for romance?

    Would you move on instead? Find another girl that catches your eye, fall in love, and do that ridiculous dance of love again? Will she do the same as I did? Will you release her instead?

    Would you try to kill me? Come back in the middle of a night, carrying only a weapon to end my life, and a heart filled with black hatred? Would you grin wildly as I stare at you again with eyes of fear?

    To tell you the truth, I could care less. Kill me, kill yourself, or move on; I don’t care. Any choice you make could only end in tragedy; and tragedy is my favorite type of Romance.