To show my emotions is the death of me.
Someone seemingly unaffected hasn't had the time to
comprehend what is happening.
All that is happening is a creation of my own.
I did it to myself. I did it to them and now it's being done to me.
What goes around comes around.
Karma is a Bitch in essence.
You reap what you sow.
How many sayings to we need to understand?
THe Fact of the matter is I deserve all that I've created merely because I am the creator.
You will be a distant memory in no time at all.
I will look back at this passage and wonder how I could have been so naiive.
How I would fall.
How I would let myself fall flat on my face, Seemingly unaffected yet completely torn.
Torn Mentally and physically.
My heart lay beating on a platter dressed in the semen of your member.
It has a knife protruding from it. It's a sword that is stuck in that heart.
It will not remove itself except from the one who keeps it.
The incision is so small it's much to difficult to see how deep the sword even goes.
It seems from the outside it's merely in an inch or so. But she can feel it. Deep in the core.
It's a pain that hurts inside. A pain that will not go away. A pain that is comfort of a daily life.