Our love story began in high school
The flash of a knife and roar of a truck
Our love story was violent, not a kind word said
The bite of words, the power of a punch
Our love story was famous, people knowing all around
The familiar scream of a name followed by the usual smirk
Our love story was magic, two men who were not human
One a monster who wanted to love but afraid of breaking them, the other a God who hated love for the fear of being broke
Our love story was confusing, never understanding what went on in the others brain
The reason for such hatred never to grasped by either of the men
Our love story was comforting, knowing they were always on someone's mind
A God with no one being seeked out constantly, a monster who was always the victim of practical jokes
Our love story was hopeless, two cowards too afraid to admit the truth
One word meaning the complete opposite, though both four letters
Our love story was deadly, both psychically and mentally
Each man being eaten from the inside out, agony ripping their hearts to shreds
Our love was not shared by you it seems
Since you're now pinning me to the wall
It's cold, you know
Seeing your usually soft brown eyes filled to the brink with hatred just for me
Your grip, it's painful
Not as painful as the shards ripping through my blackened heart
The man I love is in there, though he's consumed with the monster right now
The monster that is only fully out when I'm around
Tell me, Shizu-chan
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
No one else will, so it's up to you
Oh, my precious brute, I'm glad that you'll be the last thing I see
I would tell you how I feel, but I am much too cowardly
So, I suppose I can only say one thing
One thing that will make you never forget me
Forgive me, these words might sting
Of course, when have they ever not?
So, this is goodbye I guess
"Do it, monster"