You?

I spent the past five months planning what I am going to do to you. I hate your voice. That’s what has to go first. I don’t want to damage your neck. I hate dosing people. It’s not entertaining. Actually, bruising might be a good additional color to your neck. Let’s snap it. Voice gone and some added color. Good thinking.

I hate your hands. You held my hands with them and then you held hers. They have to go. They are dirty. Your lips. You kissed me but you kissed her too. I cut them off, leaving you with a gaping smile. Maybe it’s not a smile but you see my point.

You’ll be my sweet Vincent. I’ll take all your mistakes away. I’ll wash and comb your hair. I’ll clip your finger nails just how you like them. You can be my doll.

I just want you to stay with me forever.

I had to, it was the only way I could save you from being with the wrong person for the rest of your life.

I love you.

_[1AM writing is not a good look on me]_