I am Elizabeth.

[my_last_affair]

Elizabeth--
You are supposed to be strong.
Please, please, please don't cry.
goddamn--why do I cry
Frailty, thy name is... Elizabeth.

HURT HIM.
Jealousy is the loneliest disease.
It rots you away, inside out.
Funny, isn't it, how pretty you become
In the last few moments your heart has to live--
The rotted innards push the beauty to the surface
To swim with the cruelty.
HOW CAN I MAKE HIM FEEL THIS WAY

And there-- with that ferocity--
The soul is gone, eaten away at last.

"What, you? Still alive then?
--Just surprised, that's all.
Never really thought much of it.
And how much for a kiss, you charming brute?
But can you taste my bleeding mouth?
Have you found my fangs?
Coward. Our kiss, and--
With the closing of my eyes you are whoever I wish.
I'm never really with you.
What-- surprised? Did you really think--
What, would you weep? Would you fight? Would you tear yourself?
Would you whine? Would you cry? Won't you wail?
I'm quite sure you're weak enough.
And I could never love you."

Cruelty, thy name is... Woman.