You, my Knight of Swords, my prince; me, your princess, asleep. You sucked death out of me- my lips, your lips; first, it was the mouth, then it became the nipps; you made me a new person, from my hair to my feet.
My death settled on your tongue, it poisoned your words, and with each passing day, you reminded me that I once was dead, and that I owe you my life. Our fairytale was over, my prince was killing me, I was dying again.
We are going to play Ex and Oh today, me and him. I’m preparing to have the best lines, give him reasons to spit “oh”s. I miss him terribly, I love him still, but the feeling isn’t mutual to me. He seems to have more than enough “O”les at his disposal. So today, I place an “X” on my heart, today, I cross the bullshit.