Pandora's Box
Damnit I love writing drabbles D8< Pretty soon this is gonna my own personal writing blog. Laugh at my fail metaphors.
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My Silver-haired Cleopatra,
Whenever I close my eyes, a nightmare of you plays in my head like broken projector films. I remember you once told me that one of your favourite things in life were romantic French films, and because of you I never watched one.
I never told anyone about my hatred for you. It has reached an unimaginable depth in the enigmas of my heart, like looking over the ocean horizon which I used to think was the edge of the world. If I were to express my feelings for you in a vocal manner, it would be like setting sail another titanic. Just a tip of a life-crushing iceberg.
You are a shallow creature. Like accidentally stepping into a puddle after a roaring thunderstorm. I think that metaphor suits you very well, although I'm not very skilled with metaphors.
I remember you once told me that one of your secret romantic desires was to exchange love letters with a person from across the world. I like to think that I have fulfilled that desire for my own selfish satisfaction; but instead of a letter soaked in words of love, I soaked it in cat pee and left it to dry outside for a few days.
You used to purposely allow your hair to trickle my distance, so I can smell the effects of your shampoo. It smelled like honey and lemon. The terrible texture of honey and the putrid acid of lemon.
You told me you loved spring, because it gave you an excuse to wear spring dresses and floral patterns. I don't think it suits your personality at all, the venemous Ice Queen. The touch of your skin reminds me of soft snow, and the glances of your eyes reminds me of dry ice.
You told me you loved me, and I told you I loved you back. Even until now I'm trying to figure out if what you said really reflected what you meant. People say that love and hate is only set apart by a thin red line, which is why I can say for sure that I loved you more than I've told you.
I'm not good at expressing my feelings, so I thought writing a letter would be a greater help. I think I've said more in this small letter than I'll be able to say in real life. I've re-read this thing a couple of times, and I think I set my point across, but just to be sure, let me try to summarize my feelings in more direct words,
I hope someone kills you, you fucking bitch.
With hatred,
Your Verbose Fiend
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My Silver-haired Cleopatra,
Whenever I close my eyes, a nightmare of you plays in my head like broken projector films. I remember you once told me that one of your favourite things in life were romantic French films, and because of you I never watched one.
I never told anyone about my hatred for you. It has reached an unimaginable depth in the enigmas of my heart, like looking over the ocean horizon which I used to think was the edge of the world. If I were to express my feelings for you in a vocal manner, it would be like setting sail another titanic. Just a tip of a life-crushing iceberg.
You are a shallow creature. Like accidentally stepping into a puddle after a roaring thunderstorm. I think that metaphor suits you very well, although I'm not very skilled with metaphors.
I remember you once told me that one of your secret romantic desires was to exchange love letters with a person from across the world. I like to think that I have fulfilled that desire for my own selfish satisfaction; but instead of a letter soaked in words of love, I soaked it in cat pee and left it to dry outside for a few days.
You used to purposely allow your hair to trickle my distance, so I can smell the effects of your shampoo. It smelled like honey and lemon. The terrible texture of honey and the putrid acid of lemon.
You told me you loved spring, because it gave you an excuse to wear spring dresses and floral patterns. I don't think it suits your personality at all, the venemous Ice Queen. The touch of your skin reminds me of soft snow, and the glances of your eyes reminds me of dry ice.
You told me you loved me, and I told you I loved you back. Even until now I'm trying to figure out if what you said really reflected what you meant. People say that love and hate is only set apart by a thin red line, which is why I can say for sure that I loved you more than I've told you.
I'm not good at expressing my feelings, so I thought writing a letter would be a greater help. I think I've said more in this small letter than I'll be able to say in real life. I've re-read this thing a couple of times, and I think I set my point across, but just to be sure, let me try to summarize my feelings in more direct words,
I hope someone kills you, you fucking bitch.
With hatred,
Your Verbose Fiend