This is dedicated to my little genius lisa (crazieeness). Happy supersupersuper late birthday, sweetie!
her twisted fairytale
He scared her. The way he spoke, the way he acted.
-It was (intimidating).
She always felt a need to overpower him, to make him feel weak, vulnerable.
She would be-
-merciless. It would be fantastic.
She had a sick fascination, a morbid fantasy.
-itkepther(alive)-
and dreaming. feeling. seeing. sensing.
him. It was only always him.
She tried it all to forget
about this boy, even
hooking up with
his best friend
but nothing
worked.
Him.
Fuck. (indeed).
xoxoxo
She was his
toy. his marionette on a tight, glittery sliver of frayed string.
and he was the brown eyed puppet master. The controller of her breaking heart.
He was a
masochist. manwhore. womanizer. player.
and she was just another one of his mere appetizers. Never the main course.
he fucked around with her fragile mind until he was satisfied; until he was full. but she was never full, she just got
hungrier.
(lust is a terrible diet)
And like everything else addictive in the world, the cravings never subside; they just worsen.
And worsen.
And worsen.
In the end, they will always break your heart.
hmmm. so i hated the ending but i really don't know how else to have written it :/ maybe you guys should re-write the ending and pm them to me or something! also, i'm starting to really like writing drabbles;; they're fun and don't have to make sense. i think you'd be seeing a lot of these from me for a while… hahaha ;p
-picturebookgirl