brandedHeretic

I hate you, and you know it. I was once a child, small and unaware, but you dragged me out of that by my hair. I became your toy, your small-little pawn, and you wonder why I don't act like your spawn. I became a teen, silly and tall, but you still treated me like a walk-in mall, you never bothered to care or to call; until the day I showed up on your doorstep, still standing tall. I will be an adult, smart and aware, but I will carry all of your bags that you left with no care, I hate you so, and you know it as well. So don't act like it's a mystery, when no one calls at all.

"This isn't right," I remarked softly, as I planted feverish kisses up and down your perfectly-curved neck, You smiled, combing your long fingers through my brown hair, whispering a phrase in my ear with your soft yet harsh voice you wield, "Love isn't right."

I know who you are, but you don't know me. I've seen you, observed you, from a far, seen the way your hair is perfect, seen the way your eyes glimmer when you laugh. That skin is clear, clearer than the ocean's diamonds, your face is like a peach, beautiful. But you'll never notice me. I've seen the way he treats you. You don't wear those long sleeves because you are cold, you wear them to cover up the nasty marks of his 'love' on you. I could treat you so much damn better, give you the love you deserve in life. He treats you like a pawn in his game, tossing you like a ragdoll around the world, using you for your assets. I could treat you li