Devotion
You held my heart in your hands and made me watch as you split it into two. i cried, i screamed, i yelled out curses, but no sound could be heard. wearing a most disgusting smirk, you asked me, ‘and how would you like it if i did it again?’.
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so you did. again and again and again, till i cut down and carved a stake from the wood of the tree which i had grown so tall owing to the love i had showered upon it and lodged it right in your chest. you touched the wound with your hand, ensanguined, laughed and could not help but pull it out and stab me with the very stake i had.
i loved you like a dog and you betrayed me like a man. i worshipped you. sat late at night at your shrine. bowed to you. my head lain at your feet, barely conscious. bestowed upon you utmost admiration and you laughed in my face. ‘wretched whore’, you called me. my cheeks sunken, wet and wan. ‘please’, i begged, ‘tell me what i did to deserve this’. but you only kicked me further down into the earth and screamed till you were red.
i lay there on the ground, still. you lay next to me, stroking my hair. ‘how beautiful and frail are you, and what a brute am i, forgive me darling’. i sobbed and sobbed and you held me even closer but filling up my open chest, blood flowing with no end in sight, with dirt, won’t make flowers bloom, no matter how many tears you shed on it.
