The Art of Manipulation

{"I poisoned myself, thinking about you nonstop, it was annihilating me on the inside, even the melancholy sounds of the river streams that intonate into droplets, do not convey to me the ultimatum of serenity anymore. Your presence was sufficient to morph me into someone I’m certainly not. I cut my eyes to the mirror and I cannot recognize myself anymore. I pick up a boulder and heave it, ravaging it to pieces, my hands unfurled to grab one piece of the blade. Realization creeps up on me, I buried my soul with you, you were above whilst I was below; you would, make me believe I was worthy of nothing, not even yourself; us standing side by side; a privilege you would insinuate. I poisoned myself, the malevolence was too intoxicating, the sentiments were too bottomless, how to exude it remained an enigma, I poisoned myself with a misconception about you, you weren’t who I thought you were; I haul my feet to the desolate ledge of the flowing water, I let myself go, when I started to loathe you and your existence. Like a wolf scrutinizing its prey; once upon a time, you abhorred me, and I loved you. It seems as if opposites really do attract. What a… Tragedy."