and time can do nothing.
it can't take away the pain.
it can't heal the scars deep under.
her eyes will forever be haunted.
the memories won't leave her.
the scars are reflected clearly.
time is redundant here, love.
useless and forgotten.

with her back turned,
it seemed almost angelic.
winsome, innocent, pretty.
then her face came into view.
and the tables turned.
the sorrow, hate, anger and hurt.
they left little doubt in the mind.
the devil is here to stay.

so angelic, so innocent.
the look on her face one of rapture.
it was unbelievable.
i didn't think it could.
yet, it did change.
slowly but surely.
the devil came to play.
and i knew it wasn't fear,
but love,
that kept me from striking her.

each one speaks their own story.
that one was out of frustration.
the other out of fear.
and the latest one,
was out of disappointment.
they're so different.
yet with a common agenda.
to dish out pain.

those were produced thanks to boredom.

and yes im upset.
i worked hard for it.
i wanted it so badly.
its the only thing that i can probably get.
and yet, i lost it.
failure.

for the last time,
a freaking cat scratched me.
as well as the edge of the table and a cupboard.
yes, big coincidence.
but that's exactly what happened.
believe it or not,
i don't care.
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