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He loves me and he'll do anything to be with me. Anything to give me what I desire. Love? Well I think it is until one of us ends up dead. View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 22, 2011    Reads: 53    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me."

I lay there in the grass, looking at the clouds as I tore off each petal of whatever flower I could rip off from the ground. I wonder if flowers feel pain.

I think not.They don't yell in pain. Nor do they flinch with each touch. Do they respond when you talk to them? I don't know. My guess is that they respond with such little movement that they make.

A bow for respect. A sway for a hello. A stem held up straight for proudness. A fallen petal for a tear being shed. I guess I proved myself wrong for once in my life.

I have a crush on someone. No, scratch that. I love someone. Yes he's that special someone. He's noticed me, I've noticed him. He's my friend and I am his. We come from two same worlds. That's why we are meant for each other.

I'm the Queen of Popularity, Beautiful,and so much more. Exactly like my boyfriend.

He's the King of Popularity, Snobness, Drama, Gossip, and other stuff.

He didn't want to be crowened king. I made him do that. He obeys like the good boyfriend he is.

He is the most sweetest, kind, knight in shining armor type of guy. He loves me and I love him. We've been going out for a while not so long for it to be considered serious and not so short for it to be considered a faulsy relationship. Im the queen he's the king and no one is going to seperate us unitil I hear a bing bang boom. Romeo and Juliet. More like Anastasia and Joshua. Yes that's him. I will kill for him.

Oh yea and one more thing. That word love that I said. He. Loves. Me.

Just wanted to make sure I get that through that little head of yours.

Now combine these words. Love+Not+Kill+Steal= If he does not love me I will kill anyone who shall steal him from me.

Oh and guess what? Someone is already trying to! The little bitch is succeedingunfortunately. I'm not worried though. I know his love is unconditonal for me.

"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not."

I stand up abruptly and tear off a rose in my path. I crush it and red blood run down from my fingers to my hand.

Thorns.A thorn thats what she is. A thorn which can be easily cut off in seconds.





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