Twisted

I looked at him and he looked so vulnerable. So excruciatingly vulnerable. He looked up from his paper and stared at me, a warm and loving expression was clearly conveyed on his eyes. Disgusting. Those chocolate brown eyes that melted my rotten heart stared and an insane need of having to destroy that light of hope and happiness that they held came over me like a tide crashing against the rocks. I know I loved him, yet the need to destroy such beautiful creature rushes over me like the need an OCD has to fulfil its thoughts and act accordingly, and as natural as an schizophrenic who hears voices. I want to crush that light out the same way you crush a bug: remorselessly; make everything inside him shatter and crumble, kill him agonisingly and in the most psychological way possible. I need to feel that power again. You eventually get addicted to that feeling, you get addicted to seeing how the light, everything a person loves, believes and holds dear flees and disappears into oblivion in a blink of an eye, but the feeling is, however, unfortunately fleeting and makes you crave for more. He looked up once again and smiled at me, my heart fluttered and a smile escaped from my lips. I love him but it’s creepy thoughts like these that make me wonder about my sanity...or well, the lack thereof.

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Note: Not everything is based on reality so don't think I'm that kind of crazy hahah