main course

 “what's your name?”

the start of a fall down,

the kick for failure of a girl's heart.

she genuinely can't breathe at the moment,

and it's not helping that you're swirling on her mind every day.

she tried to scratch it and move on with her life, but you really, really have to do that, right?

devouring her own flesh and bones,

and leaves the part where your bites has taken place and she can't get rid of your teeth mark on her skin,

scarring it for god knows how long.

rest of her life, probably.

she'll forget that it's still there,

but every once in a while, unknowingly, her eyes leading it to that spot,

and she's reminded by you again. 

she lets you bite and eating her alive,

yet the whole main course was right before your eyes;

but she doesn't need to know that you laid your eyes on another.

yet you just had to do it.

you slammed her down because she was just a prey in your foolish eyes -- vulnerable to your predator way of life. 

out of everyone, why her?

out of everyone that has much more meat you can chew,

and bones you can suck on,

you picked the one that never connected with you in such manners before.

she tapped her coarse fingers on herself

because you claimed to recognize her, recognizing her by her flesh and not just her skin.

and indeed, you saw her in her flesh.

naked.

wild.

dumb, foolish.

ask her what her name is, ask her about her scrambled family is the same as getting ready to eat her up.

you set her up for failure.

you set the trap, knowing she'll fall for it.

you can stop yourself from here, but you chose not to. she was just that vulnerable.

and that's why you did it -- she can't be hold dearly even when she knows she'll be eaten for no good.

you're as human as a boy could be,

don't you realize that morality is not in the question when it came to your senses?

it's all natural,

it's a default reaction for you to lead her on. 

"a cruel person, that's what you are,"

but that's just the prey’s mindset,

knowing they'll be hunted for the rest of their life.

written on nov 25th ‘23.