The crowded city streets, the chaos of disorderly lives – nothing could keep her from wreaking love. She always wanted to let go, and I always wanted to own. She always had it coming, and I never had a clue. She could light a moment with a smile, and I would stay lost anticipating the next one. She knew the present. I desired the future. Every. Single. Time.
You are walking on thin ice - the ice of what remains of the trust between us - carrying the weight of immeasurable guilt.
If she wanted you, her eyes would buy you out - and you won’t even know it. Shewas three parts devil, and two parts human; and what remained - unchainedspirit.
Honesty is not a virtue, it is a luxury. Most, who struggle to put bread on the table, face this question every day. And hunger wins this game almost every time, beta (son).
This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.
Should I really set her free, and free myself too of the fear - the fear of missing her, forever? Is that what my love for her is leaving me with?
I wanted to let my conscience go, and see how deep I fall.I wanted to let the devil take over, and see if I survive.I love you, Mriga. And for you, I will die.Tonight.