With a Curse
He was broken
She was insane
He felt everything
She felt nothing
He was falling apart
She was lost.
Then they found each other
He gave Her conscience, even as
She gave Him Hope
Together, they healed, each lifting the other higher, and higher
She followed Him everywhere,
He gave up everything for Her.
After some time, they were torn apart by their circumstances
She thought it was Her fault, even as
He thought it was his fault.
She developed a Deadly sickness
He Locked himself away,
She was dying
He wanted to die
The very people they thought they knew betrayed them, turned on them
It smiled in her Face while It stabbed Her in the back.
It wanted Him all to itself
Then She came back
She texted him, and He answered.
They weren’t so alone after all.
In the background, forgotten once more, It schemed.
It had wished She was gone, told everyone She had returned to the Pit,
But the Pit could not contain Her.
Against all odds, She won back His heart.
It played at niceties, swearing it had missed Her, but
She was different, stronger.
She had seen into It’s head,
And within It’s mind was truth.
The very thing that had introduced Her to love had none for Her.
Even as It schemed, She had made her mind.
With a touch, It was under Her spell.
“Better false love than true hate,” She figured,
He fell sick.
Without His guidance, She began to fall apart again.
She missed Him, longed for the feel of His touch, the sound of His voice in Her ears.
It was wrapped around Her finger, and yet It still possessed enough strength to plant a seed.
A seed of jealousy in Her brain, Twisting Her thoughts with malice.
It spoke of things It had done with Him, but She had done those things as well.
Even as She played at indifference, She wondered…
What if It was right?
What if She was just a way for Him to pass time.
She knew He was with others, but She was His favorite, wasn’t She?
It thought It had won, but She was still insane.
So She cursed It, cut It with Her spells.
It would never know what hit It.
She played around with It, so that It wouldn’t notice.
It thought It had Her wrapped around It’s finger,
But She was the one in control.
She would bide Her time, watching with veiled joy as It would grow weaker and weaker,
Until It eventually died.
She loved Him, and It stood in Her way, so It had to go
That is how the Damned repay their debts, WIth a curse.
