And the point
was it not, that you wanted to make her happy. Yet you made her
feel like her world was crashing down around her. like she was
on fire and choking on the smoke. she loved you with a fire
that couldn't be doused with water. it'd need to be
doused with something stronger than love. but you gave it all.
you operated on her heart, and you said you would fix it.
"there won't be any leaks after this" you
whispered before she fell asleep. but she knew never to believe
you, yet she put everything she had on the line for you. yet
you could never repay her. instead, you left her bleeding on
the table, and slowly her heart slowed and she became something
else, something she never wanted to be. dead
— I was bored, so i wrote.