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 inside.
— I was bored, so i wrote.