Terra

It’s scarier feeling like I’m drowning,

And knowing I won’t die,

But i'll just keep drowning.

Yet I feel like if I don’t save myself,

Somehow,

I will never pull up in time to live.

Comparing ourselves to a fictional romance

We assume the characters with the most chaos

As we are with the most chaos

It was never until now

That I realized how true it turned out to be.

How we met, linked with the same fictional interest

You made me laugh,

I trusted you.

I thought you betrayed me

And, like the heroine of our story,

I ran away.

Right into the arms of another

Weakened, I accepted his proposals

And like the heroine,

I came back to you

And proceeded to betray you

Again and again and again

Like I was under another’s control,

I tried to destroy you

I was torn apart.

I attacked him,

I freed myself.

But you were still bound by your love for me

So I killed myself to save you.

But I was still alive

Somehow.

And you found out

And you came to find me, to "resurrect" us

But to your dismay,

I was “normal”

But unlike our heroine,

I will never forget.

Even if things change…

And boy, things changed.

I wonder if the average prostitute gets fucked over this much?