It's Not The End of The World

[speaking in rageous tone, with the words cutting through the closed teeth]

I'd tear you apart.

I'd torn you to pieces.

I'd eat your organs in front of your family.

I'd kill your family in front of you.

I swear I'd torture you 'til you forget your name.

I'd bath you with acids and hot oils.

[the voice becomes euphoric, flustered, nervous, almost breathless, between a scream of pain and a scream of fury]

If only...

[a long silence, no reaction from both parts]

[the voice becomes aggressive, screaming, hateful in it's tone]

I could stop loving you for a moment!

You bitch!

You fucking whore!

You never changed, you piece of shit!

Worse than that! You're a fly drowning in a dead horse's shit!

You're a window with no hat!

[the scary hatred of an inflamed god becomes the fragility of a glass statue. of tearful both eyes and voice]

You're everything that never made sense...

Each painful tear...

Each smile I held back...

[a last desperate effort, drowning in unending tears]

Each goddamned scream!

[the passive serenity of one whom suffers retuns]

I just wanted you didn't hurt me anymore...

I just wanted you didn't hurt me that much...

I just wanted you..!

[there's hope, or any other thing that shines inside of us on the most desperate moments]

Is it asking too much...

[now there's pain, a mix of devastating, huge pain with a refined pain, like a nail piercing the skin, but that nail weights a ton]

... Isn't it?!

[and everything became tears, as it should be... Should be? Someoften I catch myself reading this story and ask myself if it really should end like this, or was it this sad just because they both were so hard-headed]