[nuh-tal-yah]
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Maybe I wanted to hurt you
all along. Maybe after all
this time all that I really
wanted to do was turn
back around and put you in
your place, give you a taste
of your own medicine and
leave you lying broken
on the floor. Maybe this sick
sense of pleasure that
I’m feeling is perfectly normal–
Is it normal to want to hurt
the people who have
let you down? I’m not sure,
but nothing seems to warm my heart
more than watching your blood
pour out onto the tiles and
hearing your cries for help.
But my darling, nobody
is here to save you
this time.
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I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.

It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

He: What’s the matter with you?

Me: Nothing.

Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, “but there was nothing the matter with her.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Just start the sentence…and see what happens. This is how we write.

niftyneff said: What do you believe in.

observando:

I believe in the people I love.