stalker - l.h

❊ six ❊

i was restless; a fool for love.

as i fell deeper, she hated more.

i was a foolish game, a small move of a hand could win my game.

i had to out smart her, make her forgive me somehow.

i couldn't hurt her, i would then have to hurt myself.

her soft skin was ethereal on my rough fingers.

her hair cascaded along my palm perfectly, creating a beautiful swirl.

i couldn't be saved, i was crazy for this girl.

it was wednesday, it was wednesday and she despised me.

i felt as if i was deeply broken, played like a fool. this wasn't a game of chess, though, and she wasn't the black checker. she was red, she had a use but not a purpose.

and here i go, in for the kill. she took my heart and now i'll take something special of hers.

it was wednesday and i wanted her to know me.

a/n: that sounded good right? i tried to sound more sophisticated and educational??¿¿