Scared
He stared at my scar with disgust
And that was when I knew that he did not really love me from the start
I put my hand on his shoulder
As I thought of how we went through heaven and hell together
This made me very unhappy
But I knew that it was for the best
And when the time comes
My other half will join me
Not for better, but for worse
Because I will drag his soul to my dungeon
And lock it up
So that he will never stop loving me
And will never hurt me
Like the heart that got misplaced
It would be my center piece
From which, I will feed my obsession
Copyright © Clara Alao | Year Posted 2018
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