Thursday, February 28, 2008

Oopsie.

All class and poise,
Perpetually at ease with discomfort (his and hers), she turned.
The emphasis placed upon him by others only serves to choke and shrink the piece of heart she had given.
Every move she made was cold, calculated.
Every action planned.
Each smile she gives him now, each laugh she grants...
They will all be used when she fucking tears him apart.

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