Disclaimer: Yeah, I really own Star Wars..(That was sarcasm, by the way..)
Sometimes, when you're asleep and the apartment is immersed in darkness and silence, I stare at your form as the sharp burning whispers run through my head.
You wanted to -you did- marry me, you were willing to give up everything for me. But I let you slip away.
Instead of keeping you tight within my grasp, I allowed you to lead your life. I am now reaping the benefits of this.
Do you enjoy it when he touches you? Does he make you moan and sigh, as I can? You claim he is only a friend, but I have always been able to see right through you. I still can.
You cry in your sleep. I watch as you toss and turn on your pillow as I contemplate whether to wake you up, or watch you suffer. Suffer as I have. I want to show you how deep the extent the sea of human suffering really is, how high the flames of hell can actually go. I want to make you suffer in the same manner as you have made me, to have you be the puppet on my string, for a change.
But that day will have to wait for a while. While you are no longer mine, I am still yours. I shake you gently out of your fitful slumber, keeping you out of the flames for a little while longer.
